Glee Elliott Gilbert Novels & Stories

My history with Elliott, wiped clean by a transaction. I told myself it was temporary. That I was taking what I needed and nothing more. That it was just a step forward, not a surrender. But I knew better. Every time I looked at the sterile walls of that apartment, I remembered the way Elliott used to laugh. The way he used to look at me like I was worth everything. And now? Now I was a ghost he wasn’t allowed to see, a mistake his father paid off like a bad debt.

Elliot's hand froze halfway to his mouth. Jade noticed immediately. "I've definitely seen you somewhere before "You ever live out in Minnesota or something? you got one of those faces" Jade felt Elliott's grip tightened on his sweater. If this guy recognised the captain of New York NHL team hiding out on governors land after a massive public blowout with JADE RICCIO, the media storm tomorrow would be a total disaster. "Ryan, leave the poor guy alone. you always do this 'You look familiar" routine. The last time from the guy at the hardware store in jersey. You literally cornered him for twenty minutes and he turned out to be an accountant from Ohio" Emma, his wife said.

Mika exclaimed, pointing at him. Darrion looked down towards his sleeves and pants. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Or what, do you see oil smear anywhere?” He looked at his thigh again, trying to find any smear. Gilbert left the receptionist to approach the blonde. The man closed the door before leaning closer to the young windlet. Then he plucked the twig out of his hair. “Oh, that.” Was Darrion’s response when he saw the twig in Gilbert’s hands. Then it was followed by “Thanks.”

I bent over and showed my ass, then rolled my hips slowly and dirty. Fingers ran down my crack, around my rim, and then inside. I was fucking myself slowly with two fingers while I moaned for the dark figures watching. Then the door swung open. The frame was filled with a tall shape. Cigar smoke swirled around him. He moved forward into the light. Grey eyes. Hair that is both salt and pepper. Suit made to fit.Elliott. My fingers froze inside me. My cock jerked so hard that it hurt. He didn't smile. Did not talk. Just stared at my open thighs, my slick fingers deep in my hole, and the pre-cum

I tilted my head to the side to stare at my mother and father who were seated at the front row. Their eyes were happy and filled with hope, a little look of confusion included, seated next to them were his parents who also had that look of pride on their faces. I turned my eyes back to focus on Philip who had the 'I know what you're thinking but don't try it' look on his face. Taking a deep breath I began monotonously, "I Giordana Eleanor Quinton, take thee..." The vows left a bitter taste on my tongue when I completed them. We exchanged the rings and the minister said,

He launched himself off the bed and wrapped his arms around me so hard I laughed despite the sudden sting behind my eyes. “Does that mean he’s okay?” he asked into my shoulder. “Yes,” I said, voice thick. “He’s okay.” That seemed to be all Elliot needed. Downstairs, Gerald stood near the entryway, suit immaculate as ever, though there was a faint bruise blooming along his jaw he hadn’t bothered to conceal. That alone told me everything. “Good morning,” he said. “If you’re ready, I can take you both.” “Where?” I asked, though I already knew.

Elliot’s gaze drifted to the six-figure cheque that sat on the mahogany table. It had enough zeros to give Noah a lifetime of tuition, a clean slate, and a way out of the shadows of Black Halo forever. Elliott’s head snapped up, his eyes darting between Noah’s pale face and Julian’s smug. "What the hell is this?" Elliott’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. Julian leaned back, his eyes dancing with a sort of affection. “Hey, Ginger beer.”

Chelsea gave him a glare with a blush without saying anything. As Yeager chuckled and pushed the door open to enter, he turned serious in the blink of an eye. “Ms. Wolfenden!” Yeager straightened up. Sadie nodded. “Come have a seat. What’s the matter, Yeager?” Yeager answered, “Mr. Gillete from the Gillete Group was somehow beaten up in our building’s parking lot…” “Wait! Who!?” Sadie asked in shock. She could not believe it. Who would dare hit Wilson—or be able to hit him—nowadays?

Eva standing in front of the mirror with her hand on her belly, "what are we gonna do love your father is not understanding me. Tell me how am I going to make him understand that you are his son?" Gil's father Andy Michel threatening a doctor to provide a fake DNA test and showing it to Gil. Gil slapping Eva. Eva on bride gown standing at the entrance of the Church watching Gil kissing another bride. Gil mocking Eva, "Oh! that message.. see you were on my favorite list so it mistakenly got sent to you." "What you.... you are wearing a wedding gown. Hahahaha I am so sorry for the message. It was really not meant to be sent to you... I am so sorry."

When I found him, his eyes were locked on the door, where Gilly had just gone out of, but he made no move to go after her, so I did. I took a big whiff of the air, outside the hall to determine where Gilly had gone, and I followed it until I reached the second hallway, but my annoyance flared when I found her on the ground, with three maids hovering above her. “What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?” I yelled, marching up to them. I recognized the maids from my time as one, but I didn’t know their names. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our very own Ellie who fucked her way to the top,” one of the maids spat, folding her arms over her chest. Gilly snapped her head to me but said nothing