Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

He didn't want any of Elijah's bad luck oozing from his shoulder. Elijah stared at the trio as they bounced off. The smell of coffee hanging in the air. He was suddenly craving an espresso. His shoulder stung from the harsh bump earlier. That was far from a mistake and he knew it. He sighed and looked outside to where his assistant was waiting with flowers. He was supposed to have a date today but… he had other plans for the night. *** “So check this, yeah? It's an underground pit,” Drew was bursting with excitement. “I found out about the place two weeks ago and maan! I've been here every night!”

"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."

The sound of her own heartbeat clashed with the sound of skin meeting skin in the sweltering room. The pleasure reached its peak, radiating from her core to her toes. Elara clawed at the marble, her back arching as she reached her breaking point. Simultaneously, Xavier let out a low groan, releasing his fury deep inside her, claiming territory that legally did not belong to him. Xavier remained still for a few seconds, his heavy breath hot against Elara’s sweaty back. He slowly withdrew, straightening his clothes with a terrifying calmness, as if he had just finished a routine office task.

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.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

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.

“We don’t control them. We just control the limits of the world they’re allowed to exist in.” Julian grins, slow and hungry. “And with ECHO recording every filthy second, we’ll own them long after they’re dust.” Footsteps stagger closer. Elliot emerges from the haze, shirt open, tie long gone, lipstick smudged across his throat like a signature. The redhead from earlier clings to his arm, glassy-eyed and giggling. He looks like a king in his own padded cell. “Gentlemen,” he slurs, grinning. “This is fucking perfect.”