Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

The lady says and Selena opens the door and we both walk in. “Hi, Kendall.” She greets her aunt and I smile politely. “Hi.” I say shyly and the lady smiles and greets me back. “This is Ellie, she has an interview tomorrow.” Selena informs her aunt. “Oh.” Kendall replies. “You two can sit, you’re not bodyguards.” She jokes and I smile. Her joke about bodyguards put me on edge and I am so worried that my dad could find out that I disobeyed him and came to the coffee shop.

Elliott moved with a heavy, deliberate softness, his lips pressing against Noah’s as if he were memorizing the rhythm of his breath. Noah melted into him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Elliott's neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them. *** Two miles away, the blue glow of a laptop screen reflected in Sebastian’s eyes. The room was silent except for the frantic clicking of his mouse. On the screen, the Black Halo Elite app was open. Sebastian scrolled through the "Legend" gallery. There were dozens of photos. Noah under the strobes. Noah with his head thrown back in a laugh that looked perfect for a client.

Back before I learned that some families bury their secrets so deep, they forget they're standing on graves. --- Six Weeks Earlier The bathroom smelled like bleach and expensive cologne. Elara was on her knees, elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing a stain off the marble floor. She didn't know whose bathroom this was. The penthouse was supposed to be empty. That's what the supervisor said. "Mr. Blackwood is out of town. Deep clean and be thorough." She was thorough. She was always thorough. Not because she loved the job, but because she couldn't afford to lose it. Rent was due in four days. Her roommate had already asked twice about her half. There was no room for mistakes.

Elliot asked the bartender, who huffed in frustration before nodding toward a direction. “Out back. The cleaners and stuff. They’ll have shit like that,” the bartender spoke. Elliot urged me out of my seat gently, shuffling me with both of his arms as we maneuvered through the drunk, high, and probably groping crowd all lost in their sensations and euphoric bliss. Could Lena see me? Was she watching? Letting things unfold? Or too drunk to care? Probably busy having a quickie with Bryan somewhere. But I followed Elliot nonetheless. “Here, sit. I’ll be back in a minute,” Elliot spoke, as I settled to the stone-edged flight of stairs, holding dearly to the railing, scared that I might blur out

With a bloody letter opener, the sharp blade pierced my skin not too deep to cause permanent damage but enough to leave marks if not tested right, and they burnt and stung like crazy. “Enough!” elliot.etorted with an eye roll, saving me from making an utterance I'd most certainly regret. “I do not want to hear about y'all's sex life, okay? So can I please get going? I'd hate to miss class; you promised.” Elliot whispered with a grumble as Kade ruffled his hair beneath his palms. “Of course, little man, I keep promises, unlike your sister!" Kade murmured with a grin while pulling elliot closer, who passed me a snort as they both headed toward the private jet.

"I'm Elliot Matlin. Is there a Grayson Prince here by any chance?" I nodded. "Yeah, I'll go get him. Just wait here." I closed the door before heading down to the basement. Grayson was still sleeping on the couch, so I shook him awake. "Grayson, someone is at the door to see you?" Though his eyes stayed closed, he muttered, "Who would come here for me?" "I don't know," I said. "She said her name is Elliot." Grayson opened his eyes at the sound of the girl’s name. "Elliot Matlin?" he asked. I nodded, so Grayson sighed and got up from the couch. "How did she know I was here?" he muttered to himself as he went upstairs.

****************** Ava was surprised to hear she had another guest, so she replied, "Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Before Kyla could reply, Elliot interjected, Hmmm, Ava, I should go. I'll hear back from you this week." "Yes, you should. I'll let you know as soon as we come to a decision," Ava responded. "Thanks, see you around," Elliot said as he left the room. Ava's brow was squeezed together as she realized she had not gotten an answer as to what was wrong from him. "Where is the guest?" Ava asked. "Down in the lobby," Kyla replied.

Elliot sings out loud. “Shut up.” Trevor cuts Elliot off. Elliot stepped forward. “You should be ashamed of your girlfriend. Trying to destroy my reputation because she doesn't want me to the crowned. Can you imagine? Such a little Cunning fox.” Elliot hands rest on my hair and with the speed of light, Trevor yanked his hands off.

Elliot, who was cradling the memorial photo of a dog in his arms, choked out, "Forget it, Vivian. Even though Lucky was family to Ellie and me, an animal is still an animal. It isn't right to take up Vincent's mother's grave." Noticing his tears, Vivian's voice turned cold. "Move, Vincent." I gritted out, "In your dreams!" She paced over to my side and whispered into my ear, "Vic is having his surgery next month, so you'd better behave during this period of time." My entire body went cold. "Isn't Vic your son? Why are you threatening me with your own child?" Vivian casually reached out and straightened my collar. "He is, but Ellie is my own flesh and blood, too. During our first year togethe

I just couldn't even move my legs from the scene. “Oh.” Her voice was breathy, like I’d interrupted her in the middle of a yoga session. “What are you doing here Elara?” Tristan finally turned. He flinched a bit but not from guilt. It looked like he was disappointed I had caught them a little too soon. He gave just a slow, careless shrug. “Guess the secret’s out.” I stood there in my wedding gown with every part of me splintering inside, while my two favorite people destroyed the world I’d built without a single care in the world.