Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

“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

Elliot chuckles, placing his head on Sage's lap despite Shawn's glare on him. " I met this playgirl once, her name was Jill, and I was so in love with her. But she had a lot of issues. By a lot, I mean a lot. But I thought I'd 'fix' her . . . Ended up being the male version of her, bro." Elliot shakes his head sadly. Atlas and Shawn burst out laughing at Elliot's words. Elliot pouts, looking up at Sage as she plays with his hair. " It's time for our session." Atlas says, glancing at the clock.

Elliot frowned and glanced over his shoulder. The space behind him was empty. For the first time since yesterday— Timothy wasn’t there. Elliot turned back to the screen. Of course. Another line appeared. UNKNOWN: Don’t bother calling him. Elliot’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then settled. ELLIOT: Who is this? The reply came instantly. UNKNOWN: You already know. Elliot’s expression hardened. ELLIOT: Helix. A pause. Longer this time. Deliberate. Then—

He was not afraid of Fiora at all and even said playfully, “Why is the Miss Vedastus so temperamental? Why don’t you take a bath with me and calm down?” Fiora was ashamed and angry. She said angrily, “If you don’t give me the antidote today and cause our plan to fail, I won’t let you go.” “Haha, Miss Vedastus, you’re a good person, but you’re too short-tempered. However, I like that.” Elliot deliberately stood up from the wine pool, and he was completely naked. Fiora immediately turned her face away and felt disgusted. Elliot walked out deliberately, opened a safe behind him, and took out a box of reagents. He extended his hand and said, “The antidote is here, Miss Vedastus. Won’t you come a

Elara POV : I got home to see an unfamiliar car parked outside of my house. “Maybe Elliot has a guest probably one of his friends that I don’t know.” I walked into the house, only to be filled with the sound of moan all over the house. It was so loud that anybody passing could obviously know someone was having sex. “Oh Fuck!! Fuck the wet cunt like you own his papi” “You’re so tight. So wet and slippery. Let me have a taste of that juicy pussy.” The sound of Elliot slopping whoever the fuck the girl is pussy filled the air.

Kehlani immediately came over to hold Elliot, "Elliot, can we go back to the car and wait for Daddy first?" Elliot nodded and turned to Skylar with his big red eyes. "Goodbye, Skylar." "Goodbye! Stop running around, okay?" Skylar warned him. "En!" Elliot obediently replied, wiping away his tears as he walked. Kehlani was somewhat surprised to discover that Elliot was actually so sad when he parted with this girl. What exactly was this girl's identity? To be honest, she had worked with Mr. Tucker for four years. She had never seen a woman appear beside him, and Elliot had never acknowledged any woman approaching Connor.

Then, he finally came up with a conclusion after connecting the dots. Did that mean Sophia was Xena’s friend? Was it his wife who was picked on? In his mall? To make matters worse, was he responsible for making matters worse? How did this happen? Elliot did not have time to ponder on it. He rose and opened the door to see Samuel, who was about to knock on it. “Where are you headed, Mr. Elliot?” He said hurriedly, “Get me the security footage from the mall Velvet Visions is in.”

Sebastian POV The private elevator rose in absolute silence, the numbers on the digital panel ticking upward toward the penthouse suite. The air inside the glass capsule felt different from the stadium, warm, filtered, and heavy with the scent of polished wood and leather. Elliot leaned against the mirrored back wall, his eyes shut. He had stripped off his hockey pads in the garage, leaving him in a black cotton training shirt and loose track pants. His skin looked gray under the recessed halogen lights.

Sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed, Adam tended to his side and spoke, "If you're tired, then go home. She's not your real girlfriend." Tang~ Brett’s last dart panged onto the black area of the board, which only scored 50 points. Brett squinted his eyes towards the board, as if he couldn't believe what just happened right now. "I missed my target because of you, Mr. Jealous beast," groaning, he teased. "She might be enjoying her time with detective Adler," the guy, who was currently washing the dishes in the kitchen, commented. "They are best friends so they probably missed hanging out with each other," Chandler continued.

Gior almost clapped in amusement as Aesthelia managed to have the upper hand. "Name your price," the young man said, glaring sharply at Aesthelia. "Your name," Aesthelia said. "What?" The young man asked, confused, as he added, sounding in disbelief, "Aren't you guys sent here to kill me, the illegitimate prince?" "What was your name?" Aesthelia repeated her questions with a small smile. "Elliot," the young man said. Aesthelia finally recalled some of her memories. The appearance of Elliot in the story made female fans fangirl nonstop, and they were spoiling the entire internet about it.