Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

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

“Where's Rion?” I held back a gasp when I heard a baritone voice behind me. I turned towards Elliot, who was simply staring at those people entering his club. Seriously, this man is very different from all the club owners I have met. Elliot mostly sleeps during the day, and he roams the club at night like a freaking ghost. I just found out from Manager Kelly that he lives on the top floor of this building. I sighed before leaning over to the counter, my face resting on my palms. My gaze followed Elliot’s, and the two of us glanced at the people entering the club like some bored creeps.

Laurent had spent years chasing, was happening naturally. Without machines. Without control. Without him. Then Elliot suddenly looked at his tablet. And went pale. “Oh no.” Everyone turned immediately. Not again. “What now?” Nathan groaned. Elliot swallowed hard. Then slowly looked up. “There are more coming.” Silence fell. “How many?” Victor asked. Elliot stared at the screen. His face drained of color. “All of them.” He replied. Silence crashed through the tunnel. Then from somewhere deep below,

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.

Clara asked, her eyes squinting. "Yes, it is me, wake up, I have something to tell you," I said. "What do you want to tell me that is so important, you had to wake me up from sleep?" Clara asked. "Can you just sit up first?" I begged. Clara groaned and reluctantly sat up. "Fine, I am up. Now what is it?" Clara asked. "Elliot is gay," I said. "What nonsense are you spewing, Lila?" Clara asked. "I am serious, he is gay. I saw him kissing a man at a restaurant," I explained.

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.