Far Cry 5 Eli Novels & Stories

His face was pale, eyes unfocused. Eli crawled closer. “Damian?” Damian blinked, then looked at him. “We’re out.” He exhaled shakily. “But not alone.” Eli frowned. “What do you mean?” Damian turned the transmitter toward him. Its cracked display flickered once—then showed a single line of text. HELLO, ELI. The blood drained from Eli’s face. “He’s still here.” Damian nodded slowly. “Round Five just began.”

I reach for it but he suddenly withdraws his arm. CJ falls on the ground on his knees. Looking behind him, I see a bleeding staggering Eli holding a thick log of wood! I let out an ear-splitting scream when I see CJ lying on the ground, his head, bleeding. Eli smirks, staring at CJ. "See you again, big brother!" Eli staggers away. I'm shook! ^^^^^^^

"Curse and moan for me, let everyone hear what a shameless little anal slut you are for Daddy." Eli throws his head back, crying out Wantonly as he pistons his fingers harder, faster, plunging knuckles-deep into his clenching passage. Obscene squelches and schlicks fill the room, punctuated by Elijah’s escalating moans and whorish babble. "Ah ahhh fuuuuck Daddy yessss!" Eli wails shamelessly, completely lost in pleasure. He curls his fingers just right, prostate, and sees stars. "Gonna... ungh... gonna make myself cum on your command!"

I leaned back against the edge of the bed, running both hands through my hair. "You have five minutes," I finally said. His brow creased. "To what?" "To tell me what the devil we are going to do next." I knew I was becoming more demanding than I usually was, but after everything I’d been through, I was tired of the “good boy” act I usually put up. Elias picked up his phone. "Cathan," he said when the connection was made. "It's out. They finally managed to get it out." I couldn't quite make out what Cathan was saying, but Elias's response gave me chills.

I didn't give him the chance to grab it—I kicked it away into the darkness. "My phone!" Eli shouted. "Idiot! Where do you think we are?!" I snapped, slamming my fist into his face. He staggered but landed on his feet, still full of fight. Eli spat blood and sneered, "Are you seriously going to hunt me down because you think you're that faggot?" "Fuck, alright, let's do it," he growled. "I'll show you what I've got—" "You're misunderstanding," came Erwin's voice from behind. He appeared like a ghost, calm and cold, and jabbed the taser into Eli's side. Another crack of electricity filled the air, and Eli collapsed to his knees, body twitching.

I asked with a hint of warning while he's wincing in pain. "Yeah, yeah, enough, Tia. Aww!" "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Eli is laughing as if there is no tomorrow while I am covering my ears. We're in his car at the moment. He's been like this since the moment we parted ways with the stranger from the elevator. "Shut up, Eli! I am dying from embarrassment!" "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Who? Who... is in their right mind HAHAHAHAH," He looked like he's dying. "Who gets off the elevator... blushing and acting tough?"

Eliana James Eliana is Avery’s best friend and has a young sister that keeps getting into trouble, and she needs to bail her out. Eliana is extremely responsible and a good friend to Avery. She is wild and passionate. She works hard in a coffee shop and a restaurant to keep herself in college. Her parents never cared for her, and her sister abandoned them when they were kids in the system. Eliana and her sister were taken to a small town in Texas where they had an amazing foster family that cared for them until they passed away, leaving them with nothing but dept. Eliana paid for everything and is now trying to make a good life for herself and her sister in New York.

Elara caught up and stopped beside him, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Eli. I’ve been cleaning it every time I come, but they must have written a new one today,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around him from the side, careful of the cast. Elias stared at the hateful words for a long moment. Then he straightened up, jaw set. “I think I’m more than ready for qualifiers,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.”

I try to stay composed while Mark packs. “Don’t worry, Estela. Everything will be fine,” he reassures me. His eyes roam over my body. My anger fades into an unsettling vulnerability, seduced by his words and perfectly defined muscles. His jeans are so tight I could swear I notice something underneath; his beige shirt molds to his body and leaves me breathless. “Grayson sent me the address. Her name is Celine. She’s waiting for us.” I only smile and swallow hard. “I felt something break inside me,” I whisper as I get into the car. “My wolf skin… it was black.”