Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added quietly, "Make sure someone looks after our guest." They cuffed Rhett and led him out. His voice faded down the corridor. I pressed a hand to my chest and stood there until my breathing evened out. Elliot rubbed my back. "A man like that isn't worth another tear." I wiped my face. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying for my daughter." After Rhett was gone, Elliot looked into how he'd gotten up to Level One. It turned out he'd spent every last thing he had, bribing a soldier at the gate to let him through.

“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.”

With precise steps and strong determination, I walk towards the room until I'm right outside it. "Shh…Stay quiet. She will hear us otherwise." Elliot whispers to someone. My heartbeat quickens as I grab the door knob. How can someone be so shameless? He is planning to get married and yet he is sleeping around with different women. He didn't have the decency to get rid of his lover when he knew his fiance was just a few steps away from his room. Luckily the door isn't locked. He probably didn't think that I could go past his henchman or woman and get here. I turn on the camera of my phone as I open the door and step in.

Elliot exhaled through his teeth and started to move. Deep. Hard. The couch whispered against the wall. He clapped a hand over my mouth when I got loud and fucked me through it anyway, thumb on my clit, eyes on mine. I came again, shaking, muffled. He followed with a groan against my neck, flooding me, staying deep while the clock ran down our stolen hour. “Leave it,” he said, pushing it back inside. “You have eight minutes to look like a patient.” I dressed over the mess. Elliot put the glasses on. Unlocked the door. Became the discreet man with the fern downstairs.

During the groom's challenges at my house on my wedding day, my best friend, Lexie Powell, suddenly pulls out a coin. "Heads or tails? Guess wrong, and the wedding is off." Ignoring my attempts to stop him, my fiance, Elliot Stewart, responds with absolute confidence, "Heads." Lexie bursts into laughter and opens her hand to show the tails side of the coin. "Looks like today isn't the day after all. Party's over, everyone." The room freezes, and the air turns dead silent. Elliot fondly ruffles her hair. "A deal's a deal. No worries. We can always reschedule." Ignoring my pleading look, he scoops Lexie into his arms and walks toward the door. "I told you not to wear high heels. What if

"Come on, honey. Don't be dramatic. I know pregnancy makes you paranoid, but I need to be with Ava tonight. Just get some rest, alright?" "I'm not being paranoid!" Sophie nearly screamed. "There really are intruders! Come back now, or our baby and I will die!" Elliot's tone turned sharp and icy. "I know pregnancy makes you clingy. That's why I told Ava this would be the last time I'd see her. Isn't that enough for you? What else do you want from me?"

I saw a tall figure with broad shoulders, wearing a white button-up, black dress pants, and black shoes. I knew that back too well. I could distinguish that man anywhere in a crowded room, even in the dark—Elijah Sterling, my brother Xander, and Xavier's best friend. He punched Bryant on his jaw, making Bryant fall almost three damn meters away, crashing into his friends. "What the fuck!" Bryant got up, startled and angry about who had dared to punch him. I looked at Eli in shock. His dark black hair was combed back perfectly. I could tell he had just gotten a haircut, giving the bottom half of his hair a nice, clean look. He had that cut, like the one Brad Pitt flaunted in the movie Fury—sl

"Something about you being terminally ill. And if I can't believe the rumors that you're running rabid and bite one of your kind when you're mad, there're also pictures of you fainting beside the Range Rover in front of your gamma guards. That... felt so real, and I just wanted to talk to you, to ask, if this thing is going to kill you, what would then become of me? I have no one else, you know that, right?" I know that, but what I don't know is how the hell pictures of me fainting reached the internet. "Where did you see this, Ellie?" I demand. "Some website called Moonlight," she says. "You know about it?" "Never heard about it. What is it about?" "Werewolf stuff. Can only be accessed thro

Karlisle, who noticed his weird action, cannot help but ask him about it out of concern. “Steffan... Are you really sure that you're ok?” Steffan nodded without looking at Karlisle's eyes. “Yeah, don’t worry. Continue eating and don't mind me.” On the other hand, Lee was giving glares towards Elliot and Dylan. “Don’t mess with my stuff again, you bastards. The gay porn wasn’t mine. I usually let other people rent this guesthouse so it must be theirs.” He then heaved a deep sigh and just changed the topic right immediately, “By the way, I’m going to visit Sean. Who's going with me?”

“Shut up. One of those notebooks helped me survive a three-day detour through fog that whispered. Whispered, Chris. I don’t care what Soren says, that was not weather.” Elliott, bless his soul, just blinks. “That’s… a thing? Whispering fog?” “It shouldn’t be,” she mutters, pushing past us. “But weird shit finds me. And I document it. Even if some wise-asses don’t believe in my findings.” She gives me a pointed glare. I exchange a look with Elliott. He shrugs with a grin and we both follow her inside. The main room of the guest house is packed. Scarlett and Erik are curled up on the long couch. Mom’s roasting something over the fire that smells amazing. And dad’s trying to argue with a very s