Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

Apparently, he'd been standing there the whole time. "Where's Skyden?" he asked. "He's got business," I replied briefly. Then I remembered something. "Elliot, can you look up information on a painter with the initials EL?" Elliot was silent for a moment but eventually nodded without asking many questions. "I'll let you know if I find anything." "Thanks." *** I arrived at Echelon Nine as evening was approaching. As I stepped into the elevator, I accidentally bumped into a young man who looked messy but expensive-looking.

Nite, one of Foedus' members classified as an assassin, told me they had caught those hackers and were on the island yesterday. "Where's Elliot anyway?" I suddenly remembered to ask the whereabouts of our lawyer friend as I needed something from Elliot. "Invite him the next day as I want to test the new drugs supplied by some new dealers Jake and Jeru talked to." Among my six co-founders and best buddies, I always tripped on Elliot because he is the most short-tempered, and it's funny to put him on some 'wonderful' trips of mine. "Daxon said he and Elliot are still in Las Vegas. Try the drugs on Logan, as I wanna see how he performs," ​​Lev answered with a groan. "That cousin of yours is get

Trey asked. “A joke?” Dare asked. One dark eyebrow lifted over a piercing green eye. “This is Brian,” Trey said. “I’d know his playing anywhere.” “It’s not Brian. Some guy named Elliot.” Dare tapped on the empty CD case. It had a plain white insert with the name Elliot scrawled across it in black marker. “El-li-ot,” Logan, Exodus End’s golden-haired bassist, said in a perfect impression of E.T. “Phone hooooome,” their drummer, Steve, added.

Music thrums through my bones, a deep, pulsing rhythm that makes the entire room feel like a living creature. People press together, dancing like they’re trying to outrun their own shadows. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol fill the room; it’s intoxicating. Dangerous. Beautiful. Elliot’s eyes light up instantly, scanning the room like he’s hunting treasure. “Oh my god,” he breathes. “Serena, some of these men look illegal. Like, actually illegal.” I laugh despite my fear. Then he grips my arm. “Wait. Wait, don’t freak out. Don’t scream. Don’t faint. But I swear on my future wedding to Timothée Chalamet… the rock star I told you about? He’s here. Here. Tonight. In this club.”

Scott’s POV The elevator doors opened straight into Elliot’s hidden playroom, and my breath caught. Dim red lighting, black walls, a suspension rig hanging from the ceiling like something out of a dark fantasy. Padded benches, hooks, a rack of toys that made my cock twitch. This wasn’t just sex anymore. Elliot was letting me into the part of himself he kept locked away. He stood in the center wearing only black pants, his tattoos looked so beautiful under the dim light, with his steel-gray eyes locked on me like a predator. “Strip for me.”

I laughed as I put my arms around my mate, “This is Evan of the Mer people. He is Taylor’s mate.” Elliot smiled, “Dude! It’s been a long time!” He fist-bumped Evan and Evan smiled, “It’s been too long! I take it Elisa is your mate?” Elliot nodded, “She is. Come in the house. I have a shirt for you.” We all went to the house. They all went in while Abel and I hung back.

I laughed as I put my arms around my mate, “This is Evan of the Mer people. He is Taylor’s mate.” Elliot smiled, “Dude! It’s been a long time!” He fist-bumped Evan and Evan smiled, “It’s been too long! I take it Elisa is your mate?” Elliot nodded, “She is. Come in the house. I have a shirt for you.” We all went to the house. They all went in while Abel and I hung back.

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.”

She scoffs and was about to leave when Liam pulled her towards him. “You are not going anywhere,let the guest be the one to go down”Liam declares glaring at Elliot. “No way,the guest house is too big and scary”Elliot whines. “So where will you now stay,or I get it you are on your way home now right?”Liam fakes smiles hoping he will leave. “No I’m not,Cam-on dude let me stay with you people up and beside it already at 1am in the middle night”Elliot pointed out, whining a little.

My heart dropped. No… I didn't want him to be here for what's about to happen... Xavier turned sharply. “Who the hell...” The car door opened, and Elliot stepped out, his expression smug, victorious… cruel. Xavier stormed forward, stepping outside onto the small porch. “What are you doing here?” Xavier growled. Elliot dusted off his jacket casually. “Oh relax. I’m just picking up something that belongs to me.” Xavier surged forward, fists clenched.