Guest 1337 X Elliot Mga Nobela at Kwento

Margaret asked feigning anger . Angel rolled her eyes at her mother being so melodramatic, she embraced her mother again and whispered in her ears " stop being so dramatic mom I have a guest", not like I invited him tho she murmured the later to herself. puling out of the hug she gave Elliot the questioning look " And who are you gentleman?" stretching out his right hand for a handshake he introduced himself "My name's Elliot Park am an acquaintance of Angel", he replied to earn a scoff from Angel " acquaintance indeed , or more like an unwanted guest ?",

Zoey assured him. Elliott pulled away from her and gazed deep into her eyes before planting kisses all over her face. From her eyes to her nose, and then her lips. "What did I ever do to have such an amazing and understanding mate like you," Elliott uttered. "You… you existed. Thank you for existing, Elliott." —-------------------------- Xerxes retreated to his room, closing the door behind him. That was a real close call. He thought he would most definitely get found out after Elliott had spotted him eavesdropping at the convocation hall. However, luckily for him, Elliott didn't suspect him in any way.

Mike said dejectedly. "I want to be alone." She spoke while being choked with sobs. "Drive me to my home." "Okay." Mike turned the car around at the intersection ahead and drove toward Starry River Villa. At the hotel, Chad pressed the doorbell to Elliot's room. Elliot was completely disconnected from everyone. His cell phone had not been turned on yet and he had not responded to any of the work emails that Chad sent. Chad was very worried, so he came to have a look.

Sky was hesitant at first but she sat down next to him anyway. "Do you remember the date?", she asked slowly. Elliot gave her a heart wrenching smile. "How could I forget it? You left me on that date.", he said with a heavy heart and opened the files of old footages on his computer. He entered the date and time of that night and played the video. Elliot looked drunk when he came out of the car. The driver helped him to enter the house. Soon after that, a woman appeared at the door. She entered the house using some special gadgets.

Wyatt was caught between hysterical tears and manic laughter, looking completely unhinged as he glared at Celia. "You can call me cold-blooded all you want, Celia, but you're the last person on earth who gets to point fingers!" he yelled. "You started this. If you hadn't been pulling the strings from day one, none of us would be in this situation. "Let me tell you a little secret. The day we screwed right on top of Elliot's casket, he was awake and heard every second of it. He heard the woman who swore she loved him talk about how much he disgusted her, while she threw herself at his older brother!"

He read Leo stories at night, voices silly and exaggerated. He asked about Leo’s drawings and listened when he talked about dragons and castles. Not performative. Present. I watched from a distance, unsure how to feel. Healing, I realized, was not a dramatic moment. It was a slow thaw. Then the call came. “Estelle’s network is collapsing,” Sebastian said, standing on the deck, phone pressed to his ear. “Accounts frozen. Witnesses coming forward. Lila’s testifying.” I closed my eyes, exhaling.

“Don’t stop now…” The voice chilled me. Not DJ. Ben. His thin fingers slid down my arms, and the fantasy shattered. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His hazel eyes burned with lust. That look—one I’d only seen every few months when he decided to touch me. My stomach knotted. My gag reflex kicked in as I scrambled out of the tub, clutching my silk robe. “Come on, Ellie, you know we have adjoining suites.” His tone was too casual. Too smug.

He pulled me closer, his mouth coming up right beside my ear. "Nice pass, sweetheart," Elliot whispered, his voice dripping with smooth, venomous triumph. Before I could even process the word on his lips, Elliot deliberately slid his hand up the back of my neck, his thumb pressing hard against the exact spot where his bite mark sat inflamed under my collar. An electric, agonizing shock shot straight down my spine. My jaw snapped shut, my hands clamping onto his waist as I tried to keep my knees from going weak. Elliot pulled back slowly, a small, victorious smirk curling his lips as he saw the raw, dazed look in my eyes. He patted my shoulder twice with his heavy glove, completely breaking m

EllE P.O.V I slowly stood up looking at Evan and Erica, i walk over to Lucas. "Hello everyone i'm Elle Dickson, i know same of you here knows be already. "Um!...Mr... Lucas...did i hear you... right. Is this lady your wife or you are here to fool all of us. Evan said yelling at Lucas. Calm down Mr Evan, what is the yelling for huh? Yeah she is my wife, do you have a problem with that. Lucas said.

“No, thankfully, you only allowed Liam to break several of my ribs before I was finally rescued by your father. My legs are still in perfect condition. Thank you very much for checking though, Your Highness” His golden eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed, but instead of biting back like I expected, he glanced towards the man next to me instead, looking him up and down. Much to Elliot’s credit, he didn’t shy away like I would have in his shoes. “Your Highness,” Elliot greeted respectfully, bowing his head. “I’m Elliot Hale from the Moonspire pack. Pleasure to formally meet you.” “Elliot Hale? Alpha Graham’s son?” he asked. “Yes, that’s right.”