Far Cry 5 Eli Novels & Stories

“Stop moving, Yas, you’re going to ruin my art…” I swallowed. “Does it hurt?” He asked suddenly. I looked up at him, unsure of what to say. Before I knew it, he was crouched in front of me, a smirk on his face. “Do you want me to make it better?” I stared into his eyes, my head told me to say no. Eli was a crazy, obsessive killer; he had killed a lot of women because they looked like me. Only weeks ago, he was my gay best friend. It shouldn’t be this hard to say no to him. Yet I couldn’t find the words. My core was throbbing badly. My nipples hardened under his gaze, and he noticed because his smirk widened.

"If Claire sees this, she's gonna flip." Renee Slutsky tilted her head down, all fake shy, her voice sweet. "Especially since Claire's pregnant. Stress isn't good for her." The crowd egged him on harder. "You can't bail now, dude! You lost the dare! Kiss her!" Finley froze, eyes locked on Renee like he couldn't hear anything else. Slowly, he leaned in. "WHAT are you doing?" Claire's voice sliced through the noise. Everyone froze. Every head turned toward the door, where Claire stood.

I was a little surprised that he only had one other child besides me, but who was I to say shit? Eli had the same color eyes as us but had dark blonde hair. He might only be fifteen but looked like he was built tough with plenty of muscles. It was easy to see that he took great pride in his physique. He should be really damn proud of that. “He’s always wanted a sister, so I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to learn the truth. Our pack is only an hour away from here. Would you like to come for dinner this weekend or another one if it’s too soon? You both are welcome to come as well.”

"Found what, Ciel? What are you talking about?" I closed my eyes. The memory rose up like cold water, sharp and suffocating. "Five years ago, there was a boy here. His name was Eli. He was a skater, like me. But he was... different. Open and brave. He used to practice late at night, just like I do. Just like us." Derick stayed quiet, listening. "One night, he didn't come back to the dorms. The next morning, his skates were found by the side door. But not him." I swallowed hard. "They searched for weeks. The lake, the woods, everywhere. But they never found his body."

His hands stilled. I watched his face. "Incoming transmission," he said. The words came out careful and flat. "It bypassed the primary firewall. Then the secondary." He looked up. "Everything." Nobody breathed. The screen flickered. The video feed that populated was not clean. Deliberately degraded, shot in a concrete space with a single overhead light that cast everything in grey. But the face in the frame was clear enough. Eli. Chained to a metal chair, one eye swollen shut, blood dried in a line from his hairline to his jaw. Alive. Breathing. Looking at the camera with an expression I had never seen on him before, not even in the penthouse.

he muttered, but his fingers twitched, itching to grab the money. I smiled sweetly, pushing the envelope closer. “Or I could find someone else who’s willing. You have five seconds before the offer disappears.” His eyes darted left and right before he snatched the envelope from my grip, stuffing it into his pocket. “Fine,” he muttered. “But after this, I’m done.” I simply nodded. “Make sure it’s clean. No trace.” Hours later, Eli walked out of that prison. And now, he was far, far away from the country. He was untouchable now.

“I have ordered some gourd fries and other assorted fries. I think you will like to have them. It is so tasty as you know.” Pan Che nodded, and said, “That’s alright.” Looking at Oo, Pan Che introduced Eli to Oo. “Eli, this is my boyfriend, Oo. I just bring him here with me because both of us haven’t been here for a certain time.” Oo glanced at Eli who was thin, and she had an oval face. Eli nodded and said, “Yes, it’s alright, Pan Che.” Pan Che asked, “What brings you here?” Eli answered, “As you know I am working as a freelancer, I am now working with a guy who will run a festival soon. He is looking for volunteers who can work with him and his team.”

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

ouch eli I can't breath" I said trying to wiggle from his arms. " I missed you scar," eli said in his overly dramatic voice in an overly dramatic way. " seriously eli we just met yesterday and you hung out with us till midnight so stop being dramatic," I said finally pulling myself from this big child. " whatever scar I just missed you can't I miss my best friend," he said wiping his fake tears. " stop and come inside. zay is gonna murder you for being late so go and show your acting skills in front of her" I said pushing him inside the apartment.

Jasper POV I walked next to her in humming. I couldn’t keep myself quiet. I was so happy to finally have her next to me. It felt like everything I had craved the last five years was finally within my grasp. I couldn’t wait to prove to her that I was the man for her. Eli was swinging on a round swing with Asher pushing him as Lorelei stood nearby talking quietly to Linc. They all looked up and smiled. “Mommy!” Eli yelled out his voice excitedly exclaimed. God, I prayed, please let him someday be that happy to see me.