Guest 1337 X Elliot Novels & Stories

My breath is shallow and fast. Elliot sits down in a heavy leather armchair a few feet away, crossing one long leg over the other. He leans his chin on his hand, his eyes tracking me like a predator watching his prey. "Mateo. Damian," Elliot says, his tone cool and commanding. "Give her a taste. I want to see just how dirty our toy can get." The tension snaps. The slow teasing is over.

Oops. I quickly got dressed and grabbed Liam's hands then got out of the room. "Guys, this is not a hotel. You can't just casually come over and use my guestroom to fuck," Marissa said with a bored expression on her face. "It was an emergency," Liam said. "Slut," Sarah contributed her input. "She is just using you. I hope you know that. She is obsessed with me and she always will be," Elliot said. "You and your tiny dick can go fuck yourselves, Elliot. Good luck with your shitty boyfriend Sarah," I declared and walked out of the door. Liam shrugged and followed me.

'm giving you only a week to bring my daughter back to me, or else you can forget about having me in your life”. With that, she stormed off, her reddened eyes overflowed with tears as she walked away. “Rebecca!!!” Eliot called out repeatedly, begging her to come back but his efforts proved in vain as Rebecca proceeded out of the estate. I hadn't even noticed when the bouquet of roses I was holding fell to the ground, causing his attention to divert to me. “What're you doing here?” He questioned, voice rising as he demanded a response. My mind went blank as I uttered the words my brain still couldn't process. “Elisa's missing?”. His expression faltered from a moment, upon noticing my distress

Jax said, his voice dropping into that dangerously quiet tone I knew all too well. “Relax, your secret’s safe with me. But you owe me.” Abby leaned back, looking immensely pleased with herself. “So, Elliot-the-Blackmailer. Is he any good? As a boyfriend, I mean. Or is this just a… transactional thing?” I felt the color drain from my face. Jax took a step forward, his patience clearly at its end. Just then, Maria bustled back in, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Sorry about that! Family drama.” She looked at my still-full plate. “Elliot, you haven’t touched your food! Is it not good?”

He would only come running to her when he needed her money. Evelli was about to leave when a mysterious figure knocked loudly on the table. The nearby waiter quickly rushed over, clearing the table. Evelli looked up in confusion, trying to see who was in front of her. Her eyes instantly dulled. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. Asha took his seat after the table was cleaned. "Not yet at your peak, and you're already losing contracts?" Asha asked tauntingly. "Ah," he added, admiring his watch. "Not even in a nice way. In a truly brutal way. Your billboard had to be shredded."

my mom mutters, flattening out her napkin on her lap. Elliot removes his hand from his pocket and taps on the top of my fingers. I haven't yet released my hold on his leg. I loosen my grip and bring my hand back into my lap. The catering staff circles the room, placing variations of chicken and steak dishes plates of food in front of each guest. I down my glass of wine before I begin my meal. Elliot pours me another glass. As we begin to eat, mom and Aunt Lisa continue to grill Elliot with questions about work and his family. He casually answers the questions, and without missing a beat the vibrations begin again, this time the pattern is more intense right off the bat.

The door to my room swung open, and Elliot stomped inside, staring at us for a moment before slamming it behind him, “What the fuck?” “Do you need something?” Chaos raised a brow at Elliot. I stared wide eyed, seeing the expression in Elliot’s eyes, “Yeah, I need you to get the fuck off of my mate.” Chaos chuckled, shaking his head, “Your fake mate? Yeah. No can do.” “Why don’t you just go back to hell?!” Elliot growled.

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.

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,