Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

If she could gain those amazing things because of her short relationship with him, she wished he would gain what he desired too. After folding clothes into her suitcase for over fifteen minutes, Wanda got tired and decided to take a break. She left her room and went down to the living room to watch some TV. ~~~~~ Elliot's car was opened by the valet as he arrived at SEM Group's head office, the man greeted him and took his keys, he replied to the valet and walked into the building, the building where his fate would be decided, the building he would resume in if the meeting went well. For months, he had been waiting for this moment and it had finally come. Elliot stopped in front of the board

It’s beautiful and full of expensive things and all tidy. We stop in front of a double door, and Everly opens it, and I see Elliot inside. He is running on the treadmill, and I look at Everly while she smiles at me. “Go and get him, hun.”, she says, and I give a small nod before walking in and closing the door behind me. I can see the sweat dripping from his skin while he runs, he is running so fast that It feels like the treadmill will burst and stop working any minute now.

His brother's interruption makes Ethan's look turn into "Did you have to get here now, damn it?" -"Elliot" Ethan and I greet him in unison. We are in perfect sync and totally connected, even when speaking. Elliot wears dark colors, like black jeans and a leather jacket. He's not the social type. -"Hey, couple," he mutters. We reluctantly separate to direct the correct image to Elliot. For five seconds, he'd be witnessing something very revealing. -"I thought you'd like to know about our return," he says. Well, I admit I'm glad about that. Now I can talk to Kate, without the damn jet lag messing up our schedules.

Elliot kept winking at Etan, trying to tell him, “She is your fiancée. Shouldn’t you help her up?” “What is wrong with your eyes?” Etan asked. “Nothing, I will look for Miss Garrison’s manager,” Elliot said. He spun around and ran out. When he reached the doorway, he heard Etan say to Anne, “Get up now. She had only hit you in the face; not your legs.”

Elliott Luca opens the door before I even knock. His apartment smells like coffee and cedarwood, warm and familiar. He’s wearing a loose hoodie, his dark curls slightly tousled, like he just woke up from a nap. Normally, I’d take a second to admire him, but tonight, my mind is a mess. He takes one look at me and frowns. “Elliot?” I don’t answer right away. I step inside, running a hand through my hair as I pace the length of his living room. My heart is hammering, and I can’t tell if it’s from frustration or fear. Probably both.

Pain shot up her waist as her hip crashed there, and Sean approached with a stupid, evil look along with lust shimmering in his eyes. Amanda's phone glowed in the dim light as she raised it, the camera pointed at Elias, "There she is," Amanda's syrupy voice cut through Elias's haze, undeniably mocking and sharp, "Our little author, not so composed now, huh? Didn't write this scene in your fantasy book, did you?" "Stop!" Elias rasped, pushing herself off the bed when Sean shoved her back down the mattress. The bed creaked as he climbed on it, and over her. She protested as his weight pressed her down, and his face leaned so close to hers. One large hand clamped her wrist down on the mattress,

Authority over me, which I wouldn't let him have, but I was not afraid of him. "Matiàs. He was an exchange student from Spain and was so very romantic. He even..." I felt Elliot squeeze my hand, indirectly begging me to stop. "I won't stop until you answer. We even made out. He would tell me beautiful spanish poems and you know that Spanish is the sexiest language." "Alright Alexa." A win for me! I stopped talking and patiently waited for what he would say. "It was you, Alexa." Every organ in my body stopped functioning for a millisecond. I was awestruck. "Me? That's not possible. You're Elliot Vile, the charming playboy."

The lady says and Selena opens the door and we both walk in. “Hi, Kendall.” She greets her aunt and I smile politely. “Hi.” I say shyly and the lady smiles and greets me back. “This is Ellie, she has an interview tomorrow.” Selena informs her aunt. “Oh.” Kendall replies. “You two can sit, you’re not bodyguards.” She jokes and I smile. Her joke about bodyguards put me on edge and I am so worried that my dad could find out that I disobeyed him and came to the coffee shop.

Elliott moved with a heavy, deliberate softness, his lips pressing against Noah’s as if he were memorizing the rhythm of his breath. Noah melted into him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Elliott's neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them. *** Two miles away, the blue glow of a laptop screen reflected in Sebastian’s eyes. The room was silent except for the frantic clicking of his mouse. On the screen, the Black Halo Elite app was open. Sebastian scrolled through the "Legend" gallery. There were dozens of photos. Noah under the strobes. Noah with his head thrown back in a laugh that looked perfect for a client.

"No, I know you. We worked together. You used to—" "I've never worked a day in my life." Elara smiled—soft, gracious. "I'm Isabella Blackwood. My husband is waiting for me in the dining room." "Isabella?" Diane's face crumpled with confusion. She looked at Elara like she was seeing a ghost. Or like the ghost was pretending not to recognize her. "But you're... you look exactly like..." "Happens all the time. Common face, I suppose." Elara reached into her clutch, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and pressed it into Diane's palm. "For the trouble. I hope your shift gets easier."