Jacob Elordi Leak Novels & Stories

Ciara said as Ella sank into a chair to catch her breath. “Why can’t there be an elevator?” Ella bemoaned as she wiped the beads of sweat off her brow. “Oh, come on,” Preacher, Ciara’s pilot, chuckled as he joined us in the living room. “That was a great workout.” “Speak for yourself,” Ella said as Ciara arched her eyebrow. “Holden, tell me,” Ciara said, turning her attention back to her tech guy. “How in the world did that footage get leaked?”

"Isabella... she did it. She leaked the files." "She didn't just leak the paternity results, Elara," Silas said, his jaw tightening until the bone looked like it might snap. "She leaked the Donor Registry. The world doesn't just know Leo isn't Josh’s son. They know he’s a Vane. They know Julian is the father." The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of the waves hitting the shore outside. The secret that Julian had spent five years "The Monster" to protect was now a headline on every smartphone in West Africa.

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.

And I—well, I watched Micah and Zaya sleep and wondered what kind of world we were delivering them into. But the storm was just warming up. On the fourth day, Eliora’s video leaked online. Not the USB one. Another. A clip of her inside the Vaughan offices—years ago—whispering into the ear of Adrian’s late father. “They’re hiding money,” she said. “You’re losing control of your legacy.” The voice was unmistakable. The context was edited. And just like that, it spiraled. Blogs. News cycles. Conspiracy forums. “Vaughan Empire Corruption?”

Elara: You should explain the leaks first. The reply came instantly. Adrian: I didn’t do this. She believed him. That was the problem. Across the city, Adrian Hale stood in his office, jacket discarded, tie loosened, hands braced against the glass wall overlooking Valemont. His world was collapsing in bullet points and headlines, and the only thing that hurt more than the damage was knowing Elara might think he’d caused it. The leaks were real. Brutal. Precise. Too precise. “Find the source,” he snapped into the phone. “Internal and external. I don’t care how far back you have to dig.”

Oh shit. Rocco, picking up on my sudden distress, scoots on over and look at the phone in my hand. I rapidly start clicking on the rest of the messages. They were all from different people, elves, but all with the same theme: News and images of Luka killing his father, the king, and me being the witness, is spread all over Siannodel. Somehow, the footage from the nanny-cam got leaked, and the Elven public is in shock. Rocco immediately jumps on the phone himself, getting in touch with Tahlia to check if Luka’s nanny arrived safely, if he is well protected, to double his security details. I rush out to check if Daniel and Angus had received the news too.

“It’s already war. The difference is, I’m done pretending I’m not part of it.” Elaine’s eyes searched mine, sharp and burning. “Then you’d better be ready to survive it.” I stared back. “I don’t plan on surviving even I don’t win.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Then my phone buzzed on the desk. It was a notification. Breaking: "Elder Murdered — Footage Leaked. Sources Link Elias Montgomery to Cover-Up. Rumors Circulate of Louis Durant's Involvement." My stomach plunged. My name was written there along with murder.

A new notification lit up my screen, and I froze. Breaking News. My stomach sank as I tapped it. A familiar image filled the screen, accompanied by a headline that turned my blood to ice: “Scandal Deepens: Exclusive Footage of Jordan Pierce’s Alleged Affair with Leila Williams Released.” The world around me tilted. The video began playing automatically, the grainy footage confirming my worst fear. It was the same video Leila had waved in my face, but now, it was public—every damning second of it. A polished news anchor began dissecting the clip, her voice dripping with a mix of fake concern and satisfaction.

He said, his veined hand was right on my face full of my cum. I parted my mouth then he slid his fingers inside. “Is it good?” He asked. I nodded then sucked his fingers even better, to the point that I wouldn’t want to let it out already. I thought Jacob would finally untie me when he started removing his robe and clothes. He remained staring at my naked body as his clothes were taken off pieces by pieces… until his fucking underwear was left. The bulge in between his legs was so fucking huge I don’t think it would fit in me.

Both of them kissing like teenagers who'd just discovered lust. Someone had sold these to the press. Or maybe Julien had leaked them himself, making sure the world knew he'd moved on. Making sure I knew how completely I'd been replaced. "Morning!" Elodie's voice came from the hallway, cheerful and oblivious. "I'm making coffee. Do you want…" She appeared in the doorway and stopped, taking in my expression. The phone clutched in my white-knuckled grip. The tears already streaming down my face. "Oh no. What happened?"