Glee Elliott Novels & Stories

Ohh, yeah Natasha told me she's hiring a new assistant for me and her but I don't know if it would be this fast he said to her and she smiled slightly at me. "Don't you know how to introduce yourself?'' she said with a strained voice and I raised my brow at her. "I'm sorry ma, am Ella Elliott and am glad to be working here at the Gaston's Company and I will oblige to the rules here." "I'm impressed,'' she said as she walked away with him. I heard him call his name Gavin. He was smiling at her as they both walked to his offices. Wait, she was just laughing with him now and why on earth would she wanna destroy him when she was his friend? I don't know what to do again. I should keep my head st

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

Elliott gave me a quick peck on the cheek before putting some soap on the wash cloth and helping me wash my body. A few more rounds of fooling around later and we were getting dressed to go. I tried to discretely watch what kind of stuff Elliott was choosing to figure out what was appropriate to wear to the mall since I’d never been before. I was certain the things I’d seen Amelia leaving the house in were definitely not what most people wore to places like the mall. I watched him pick some light gray jeans and a deep green sweater that was just tight enough on his arms for me to still enjoy the view of his muscles. He pushed the sleeves up and I could see some of his tattooed forearms. He p

Giselle has been a bit miserable lately. Otherwise, why doesn't she take the elevator and waste her effort taking the stairs? Until now she didn't even know, fighting in an elevator... Turns out she could be just as excellent. No need to ask too much to know that Giselle is the same as the original Ashley, intentionally edited by others. But Giselle did not expect that she would see this scene on the stairs. Elliot… She knows. He is the CEO of a large corporation, has a lot of money, and is handsome. There were many women in the club who were anxious to get this man's attention.

“I’m a little rusty.” Cadon shook his head as a few of the others in the back groaned. “However do you come up with such witty jokes so quickly?” he asked, dryly. Elliott shrugged. “It’s what I do. I don’t care if no one else thinks I’m funny. I think I’m funny, and that’s all that matters. The rest of you can either laugh or go to hell.” He drove the SUV through the gate and parked it in front of the closest hangar door. The other two SUVs followed.

Besides, Lyla wouldn't be back for a while, and I needed a distraction from Uncle Zeb's words still ringing in my head. So I grabbed my keys and left. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Elliott Sinclair was a dashing man. And though his hair had turned white, it suited him, giving him an almost angelic appearance, though, in truth, he was far from it. I respected Elliot. Despite the dirty games he played, the man was sharp. He understood the principle of "you get what you give."

ELARA’S POV “Okay, maybe you saw the wrong person, El,” Elliot says, biting back a laugh. He’s seated right across from me, amusement clear on his face. “I know who I saw, Elliot. I’m not blind,” I hiss. “You’re medically impaired, El. You use contact lenses, so yeah… you could’ve mistaken him for someone else.” I shoot him a glare. “I know what I saw, Elliot, and what I saw was Kyle Sinclair.”

It’s beautiful and full of expensive things and all tidy. We stop in front of a double door, and Everly opens it, and I see Elliot inside. He is running on the treadmill, and I look at Everly while she smiles at me. “Go and get him, hun.”, she says, and I give a small nod before walking in and closing the door behind me. I can see the sweat dripping from his skin while he runs, he is running so fast that It feels like the treadmill will burst and stop working any minute now.

Elliott made shot after shot, and while their opponents were also good, they were unable to keep up with the burly man with the curly hair whose crowd was back to cheer him on. Aaron was definitely rusty and missed the first few shots, but after a few pointers from Elliott, he got better, and by the time the first match was over, Elliott happily pocketed the two hundred dollars from the two skinny friends. “Hey, we make a pretty good team,” Elliott said, not offering any of the winnings to his partner. “I agree. Why don’t you come back to Kansas City, and we’ll talk about that?” the Leader offered. “What, and leave all this? No thanks, boss.” Before Aaron could make another offer, Elliott’s

Elliott walked back toward him again, stopping close enough that Noah could see the faint scar along his jaw he had never noticed before “Because you don’t break easily” Noah scoffed lightly “You barely know me” “I know enough” The words were spoken with quiet certainty Elliott reached for a file on the desk, flipping it open and sliding a paper toward Noah “What’s this” “Your academic record” Noah blinked “You looked that up” “Of course” “That’s creepy” “That’s thorough” Noah scanned the paper quickly, his grades listed neatly across the page Except one thing caught his attention A new entry