Glee Elliott Novels & Stories

He said as he finished gargling. Constance felt tears cloud her eyes and she suddenly got herself and why she was even in the room."Mr. Elliott! I may be shameless but there's one thing I'm not, I am not a fool. You told me that I will be grilling ribs for you." She sputtered out. Elliott massaged his forehead and grimaced.

I had once compared Aaron to the actor from White Collar, not because they look the same, but because, at the time, I had thought that Aaron might be one of those really hot guys all the ladies fall for who just happen to be gay… like Matt Bomer. I had to look up the name of the guy who played the dad on Friends, but as soon as I saw it, I knew where Lucy was coming from. She’d never met Elliott, so her brain must’ve randomly picked someone with the same name—Elliott Gould—though I wondered why Lucy happened to know that particular actor’s name.

Gillian’s eyes became sharp, and her whole demeanor turned fierce and authoritative, her voice sharp. Upon hearing Gillian’s question, Ellie became flustered, and her face reddened. Her eyes darted about, and she fidgeted. She stuttered, “It. It’s just that I recognized the designs as yours. Do you recall telling me about IV Design reaching out to you? I was able to pierce things through.” Gillian's eyes turned cold, and a cold smile spilled past her lips. “Did I?” She retorted in a surprisingly calm voice.

Zelda's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she accepted the warm elixir, recognizing the love and thoughtfulness behind Elliot's gesture. Savoring the first sip, Zelda's curiosity got the better of her. "Are you a student, Elliot?" she inquired playfully, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Elliot chuckled, shaking his head in response. "No, dear sister, I am not a student. In fact, I am a chemistry lecturer at a prestigious university here in Jakarta."

' In full view of everyone, the car door opened. A pair of black leather shoes stepped down, and the person got out of the car. The man was slender and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Helma pursed his lips and watched Jordan get out of the car. "Hello, everyone. I am Jordan Ellis, the representative of the Guller Group and Mr. Guller's special assistant..." Several disappointed groans were heard behind Helma. "I knew it. Why would the president of the Guller Group come here for such a competition?"

Elliott sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, his sharp eyes focused on the phone screen as his personal assistant, Lucas, drove them to Sarah’s apartment. The low hum of the engine was the only sound in the car. When they pulled up in front of her building, Elliott didn’t bother stepping out. Instead, he simply typed a short message and sent it. Elliott: I’m outside.

Graham said. Later, though, Graham would regret claiming his watch as fake, because after Elise fixed him with a medicinal tea, he said, “What can I offer you as payment?” Elise frowned. Then, her gaze landed on his watch. She said, “Um. Well, Elliott happens to be fixated on watches. Whenever we go to Hawkridge, where there is internet, he looks up watches. He had asked me once to get him a G-Shock MR-G. That’s how I know about your watch.”

Standing outside Deborah’s apartment building later that night, Elliott’s knuckles itched for the beating he was going to give Lane. He needed to release this fire he couldn’t shake. Even on his walk over here, Elliott thought he smelled Joan’s scent on the wind and flipped around in frantic circles searching to find her. It was getting ridiculous. He’d had an early dinner with Darrell just to get out of Bonnie’s house because he couldn’t keep his hands off those torn panties. Darrell had asked him about five times, “What’s wrong with you?” before he finally answered, “Just a woman. It’s nothing.”

Elliott, disregarding the crowd, secretly took the bank card that he had previously intended to give to Abigail and was about to hand it to Collin. "Mr. Guzman, you must not do this!" Collin hurriedly handed the card to him. Elliott insisted on squeezing into his arms. The card fell to the ground, and many people watched. "Mr. Guzman, this is blatant bribery, you would have gotten me fired!" Collin was furious. "Collin..." Collin quickly shook off his hand and caught up with Kamden's footsteps, as if he couldn't wait to distance himself from him. "Collin, wait for me..." Elliott, despite his disheveled appearance, picked up the card from the ground and caught up with their pace. Seeing them