Glee Elliott Novels & Stories

"You were actually at the competition venue today, Eli?" Elliott explained, "Yes, I was. You see, the GDA was actually organized by a friend of mine, and he's on a quest to find his 'sweet pea,' intending to provide her with nothing but the best. That's why I decided to drop by to check it out. I then happened to see you there and realized that you're L." Seraphine hesitated briefly before smiling gently, saying, "I'm just someone who designs for fun." "You're seriously underselling yourself, Sera. Who just 'designs for fun' and ends up making 100 million dollars?" Elliott asked, looking at Seraphine with a smirk.

At this time, the bodyguard beside Connor said, “Mr. Tucker, Mr. Pierce has come out.” Connor scooped Elliot and headed towards the entrance of the passageway. Elliot turned around a few times and was reluctant to part from Skylar. Skylar smiled as she looked at him and waved her hand. At this moment, Skylar glanced at the crowd and immediately saw her ladybro, Brielle. “Brielle, here.” Skylar waved at Brielle. What a coincidence, Elliot’s godfather was this handsome guy named Edward Pierce. When he saw Elliot, he immediately put down the luggage in his hand and reached out to hug him.

However, the bodyguard noticed it too! She was not hallucinating. Elliot did indeed come around for a short time a moment ago. Just when she was hesitating whether to call him or not, he opened his eyes once more. "Elliot!" Avery quickly said, "Elliot!" Elliot's eyes instantly focused and looked at her. "It's me, Avery!" Avery choked up and said, "Gary is dead. When you're discharged from the hospital, let's return to Aryadelle!" Elliot spent more than double the usual time understanding what she was saying.

She had no desire to speak. Ellison glanced at her. The wind blew her hair, and Ellison could not help but reach out his hand. Gloria's eyes widened and she asked warily, "What are you doing?" "Your hair. I have OCD." Ellison said, embarrassed. Gloria was silent for a while. She felt that she might have misunderstood Ellison. She said, "Eyes on the road, please." Ellison turned his head back. He curled up his lips slightly, and his eyes narrowed cozily.

“Well, whatever it was, it worked wonders.” Mentally, I note how true my words are. The herbal treatments I endured were so extensive that I could probably recite the ingredients from memory. Nellie turns her attention to Elliott, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Elliott, darling,” she calls, her voice dripping with playful flirtation. “You’re looking like sex on legs today. Honestly, do you ever take a day off from being so damn fine?” Elliott looks up, his lips quirking into a half-smile. “Nellie, you’ve got to stop trying. You know I’ll never give in to your advances.”

Some guests exchanged glances of shock. Others simply folded their arms, unsure how much of what they were hearing was truth or spite. “Gotta hand it to Bella,” Elliot said, wearing a mocking smirk. His tone oozed sarcasm. “She saw through them right away. If her adoptive family actually had money, why would one be a janitor, one run a barbecue stall, and one work as some lowly waiter?” He let out a laugh—short, crude, and meant to be hurtful.

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added quietly, "Make sure someone looks after our guest." They cuffed Rhett and led him out. His voice faded down the corridor. I pressed a hand to my chest and stood there until my breathing evened out. Elliot rubbed my back. "A man like that isn't worth another tear." I wiped my face. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying for my daughter." After Rhett was gone, Elliot looked into how he'd gotten up to Level One. It turned out he'd spent every last thing he had, bribing a soldier at the gate to let him through.

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.

They all looked serious and tired. One of the men looked up as I entered. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice wasn't rude, just direct. He was middle-aged, with sharp glasses. Before I could answer, Ellie came into the room from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. She saw me and her face stayed neutral. "He is the one I told you about," she said to the man. "He's Leo. The one Giselle hired to spy on me, and the one she used to leak my designs."