Novel & Cerita Glee Elliott

Elliot reaches his hand out to me, and I happily accept, pulling myself up in his grip. As we approached the dining hall, Elliot wrapped a possessive arm around me. The heat from his hand gripping my waist spread warmth through my entire body. He tensed for a moment, stopping just before entering, “Are you okay?” My voice came out as a breathy whisper. Elliot cleared his throat, “Yeah. Sorry,” he blinked a few times, but I narrowed my eyes, “Liar.” Gwen appeared before us looking exceptionally done up for someone who should have been baking all day, “Welcome,” she smiled, her chocolate eyes staring straight at Elliot, “Looking handsome as always, El.”

Jerry Glow replied quickly, "They went back to the inner area of the first phase." Niall exhaled roughly, looking somewhat frustrated. "Oh my god!" the son of the Royal Ground Forces Commander of Ans De Lou, said. Meanwhile, Elliot, who heard Jerry's answer, immediately grabbed his own hair. They exchanged glances, feeling dizzy thinking about it. "Gale." Elliot suddenly said in a surprised tone. Niall suddenly sighed softly, "I just realized that he ... isn't here."

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.”

"Fine, but she'll need to be checked thoroughly first. After that, she'll be escorted to join you." Felix continued grumbling, throwing out a few more choice insults for good measure before Helena gently tugged his arm. "It's okay, darling. They won't hurt me. You go ahead, and I'll catch up with you soon." "They better not! Anyone who dares upset you will answer to me," Felix threatened before leaving. … Once inside one of the buildings, Elliott finally let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Dr. Zeller, you've missed your calling—you should've been an actor. For a second there, even I believed you were just some brainless trust-fund kid."

Aaron asked, looking at the three remaining members of his team with a large question mark hanging over his head, “Or do you want to get on with your jobs?” “Well, I guess if you’re going to be like that,” Elliott said, pushing his chair back. He looked at Aaron for a moment with his eyes scrunched together. “Is mean Aaron back?” “Nope, this is just regular asshole, boss Aaron who wants you prepared so no one dies and Jamie prepared so no one turns into a Gila monster.” “Oooh, that would be cool if you could do that,” Elliott said to the Healer as the two of them walked out the door together. “Do you have a recipe for that?”