Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

Elliot orders two pints and we look around analyzing everyone that walked in. “I don’t like this”, I say between greeted teeth after ten minutes. Elliot nods his head as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “I don’t understand”, he says and I look at his phone as he shows me the screen. It’s an email with a tip for where Ashley is. “Killian,

"What's she talking about—marriage? Who's she trying to fool?" Another chimed in, "Didn't she swear she'd only marry Eli? What happened?" "Daniella, if you're trying to get Eli's attention, you could at least come up with a better excuse," someone else taunted. Elliot looked at me with disdain. "Oh, you're getting married? Where's this guy? Bring him out so we can all see. If he's real, I'll give you a nice wedding gift—consider it a thank you for finally leaving me alone."

He unzipped his trousers with the sharp sound of metal against metal—a sound that rang like a death knell for Elara’s dignity. "Look forward, Elara. Imagine your husband's face while I do this," Xavier whispered venomously. Without warning, Xavier jerked Elara’s body and entered her with one deep, merciless thrust. "Ah!" Elara let out a muffled cry, instantly biting her lip until it bled so her voice wouldn't pierce through the door. The suffocating sensation of fullness sent a shockwave through her nerves. Xavier gave her no time to adapt. He began to move with a wild, primitive rhythm, each thrust hitting the walls of her womb with a force that seemed intent on shattering her identity as M

A daughter who had turned more into a caretaker and a roommate than her mothers flesh and blood. After finding her mother passed out on the porch Elle gave her a blanket and called it a night. As her body gave way to sleep she decided it was best to get a shower and bed. Elle found herself tossing and turning most of the night. Elle would wake up wet in all the wrong and right places thinking about the hot as hell guy from the club. Mister glowing eyes. He was way out of her league she thought, but damn he was having her drool. The things she would let him do to her. Elle thought back to her dream that she kept getting pulled into and out of.

She’d tried to take the last bit back, saying they didn’t have to. But they wanted to do that for her. And for them. It was time. “You ready?” Gomez asked. “Fuck yes.” There was a splash and he glanced over to find Brooks was out of the pool. “I’m gonna go shower, then call Stella.” Saber gave him a chin lift. When the kid was gone, he turned to Gomez. “Let’s go find our girl.” * * * Elle was sitting on the bed, laughing at a story April was telling her about how her German shepherd, Patches, had spread mud throughout her newly detailed car when her men walked into the bedroom.

Ashley's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness: "Elliot, you've already eaten beef noodles. Moreover, you've eaten three bowls." "Um, um, the beef noodles are delicious." "..." Are they talking about beef noodles? "Elliot, can you stop following me?" Why is this person so shameless? "Elliot, I told you, if you have money, bring it to Club Paradise, I will not disappoint you. Whatever you want." A strange smile appeared on Elliot's lips, and he softly "Oh". "Whatever I want?" Someone started digging for gold. "Yes, you have money, bring money to Club Paradise, you are a customer, customers are the best."

{ Elliot } I hate my life. I realize this when I walk into my room, ready to play for a while, take a shower and lay down in silence. But instead, I find Xavier on Luc's bed. He’s face down ass up while Luc (completely naked) is fingering his ass. "Elliot!" Luc roars in complete anger as soon as he notices me. Xavier squeals like a girl. I'm just petrified in the doorway, shutting my eyes tight so I never have to see anything like that again, "What the fuck, dude?! GET OUT!”

Elliot’s gatekeeper informs me on recognizing my car because I frequent Elliot’s house. “don’t worry, I will wait for him” I answer Elliot’s gatekeeper as I drive my car in and park it in Elliot’s parking lot. Everyone is Elliot’s close circle of friends knows that Elliot is a weird person that uses one password for everything so I make my way towards the front door and I punch his passcode in only for me to meet the subject of the scandal feeling at home in Elliot’s sitting room watching a wrestling match and I freeze not knowing how exactly to react.

Elliot was not that kind of client. He ordered food from somewhere that delivered in bags too beautiful to be practical and left half of it in the kitchen with a note that said simply enough for two without making it an offer Kieran would feel obligated to respond to. When Kieran came out of the guest suite at six to do an evening perimeter check, Elliot was on the terrace with a glass of something amber, watching the city go from blue dusk to orange sodium-light with the particular stillness of someone who was very good at being alone.

HERO POV "I want you to kill Georgia," Elliot said, his voice low and dangerously even. "Right now. And I mean right now. I want you to film the entire thing. Every. Single. Fucking. Second. I want that stupid little brat, Cyrus, to see exactly what happens when someone betrays me. Make sure he understands the consequences when he watches it." He clicked the radio off, then on again immediately, his eyes carefully fixed on the small speaker as if he could force a response through sheer willpower.