Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

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.

Ezra returned quickly. Elliot: 1 Lilliana: 0

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.

"Who's there?" A low laugh cut through the dark. Elliot stepped into a sliver of moonlight. His hands were in his pockets, his smile too calm. "Finally. The great Adrian Moretti, chasing ghosts." "Elliot." I stopped, controlling my breath. "It's been you all this while?" He laughed and looked away. "This ends tonight. Where is she?" He tilted his head. "She? You mean the one who looks just like your precious Eva? The twin no one talks about? Or should we call them… Luca's missing sisters? Funny how the pieces fit when you dig."

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.

A man with teeth too white, slicked-back hair, and a blazer over a V-neck. “Elliot,” Jace murmured next to her. “My best friend. Try not to punch him. Although I won’t blame you if you do.” Elliot came to his feet upon seeing them, arms opening wide as if he were the host of a late-night TV show. “Well, well, well. Look what the dog dragged in. And she’s a ten. Guess that class wasn’t entirely wasted.” Jace didn’t even flinch. “Very original, man. Shut up.”

The guest needs me now. Elliot: I’m the CEO! Celia: Yeah but the guest is greater than the CEO. He banged his foot and sat across Max. Elliot: What are you two? Lazar: Ah! That is what… oh, I forgot. He is her younger brother. His feet stopped tapping and a certain relief was seen on his face. Elliot: You should have told me before. I wouldn’t have wasted my time here. He got up and told something to a staff member.

His mom still sat at my feet, watching him. "Hey, Char. Quick question." Del slipped out of the room, and the wolf at my feet poked my calf with her nose. I sat on the floor behind her, my hand running over her back. "Sorry," I murmured to her. "Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Elliot." She licked my arm, and then rested her head against my bicep as she turned back to watch her toddler, sort of laying on me. When I tried to pull my hand off her back, though, she growled at me.

The Alpha waved the notebook high. “Damon!” Damon stopped. His eyes moved toward the crowd, then toward the notebook, and finally toward me. For one terrible second, our gazes met. I looked away immediately, humiliation crawling across my skin like fire. The Alpha laughed. “You know, Elliot keeps a whole notebook about you?” The crowd exploded with laughter. I wanted to die. Actually die. The Alpha continued mercilessly. “He tracks all your games.” More laughter. “He knows all your stats.” Even more laughter rang out.