Loving Eli Novels & Stories

Jake Evening had fast approached. It was a dark night. The sky was grey, the wind blowing heavily causing the power lines to shake hard, therefore leaving Lakewood out of power for a few hours. I sat in my room, enjoying the sweet sounds of Billie Eilish, playing on the radio. I allowed my mind to wander off. I saw her. Sandra and I were high up in the mountains, she wore a red dress that revealed sides of her waist. It was long and fitted perfectly on her petite body. Her mouth was red, so were her eyes. Her hair shifted about as the wind passed. She took a few steps towards me, then pressed her lips gently to mine. It felt wonderful, magical, I felt an urge to do more. I grabbed her tightl

“Everything we went through this semester — the fights, the board bullshit, Selena, Devon, the scholarship scare — I’d do every single second of it again. Because it brought me here. To this version of me. With you. You make me want to be better, Eli. You actually make me like who I am now.” Eli’s eyes got that intense look. He cupped my face with both hands. “Sebastian,” he said, voice low and rough. “I know. I feel the same. You make me feel… safe to want things. To need things. I love you. So fucking much.” He kissed me hard. We stumbled toward the bed, tearing at clothes, mouths hungry. When we finally fell onto the mattress naked, Eli pushed me onto my back and crawled over me. He didn’

Eli laughed until her tears were about to fall, "You claimed that you loved me, yet you targeted my parents. You loved me, so you killed them. You loved me, so you forced me to give birth to our son and then imprisoned my freedom. If this is love, then I'm sorry, I don't want any of it." Sean walked forward and grabbed Eli's hand. His grip was a little strong, and he asked firmly, "What should I do to make you believe me?" Eli wanted to shake off his hands, but her efforts were in vain. She simply stopped struggling and looked at him coldly, "I don't care if you love me or not, because I. don't. love. you." Eli said one word clearly after another, bluntly expressing her feelings. Sean felt a

“Oh, Eli, you have arrived. Pan Che is now going to buy some stuff at the City Mart. She will be back in a few minutes. You want coffee or tea?” Eli said, “Coffee is fine.” Then, Oo left both of them in the living room. Lin sat very close to Eli who was still shaky and shy. Lin looked closely at Eli’s face and said dearly, “Eli, you look so beautiful today. I am so happy you accept my love. I love you.”

His kiss was sweet and soft, though no less passionate, and Kit thought she could have sat there for the rest of her life pressing her lips against his. “I love you, Kit,” Eli said quietly. “I love you so much, it’s an ache inside of my heart that never goes away. No matter how far from you I am, no matter how out of touch, it’s always there, and it has been for as long as I can remember.”

“I know she’s not mine to love. I know she still dreams about Ben every night. I see the way she clutches her phone when she thinks no one’s looking. Hoping maybe… maybe he’ll call. Maybe he’ll fix it. And I hate that I wish he won’t.” He exhaled and leaned his head against the wall. “But that doesn’t mean I can just stop caring. I can’t just look away.” Mariam softened, her expression touched with sisterly empathy. “I’m not telling you to walk away, Eli. I’m just telling you not to lose yourself in something that might never be returned. You deserve to be loved the way you love.” “I don’t want anything from her,” Elijah muttered. “I just want her to be okay.”

Eli replied, and put his hand on Lucien’s belt, unbuckling it slowly. “Looking at me with those eyes and licking those lips, it does something to me” he said. “Hmm…I love that I have that effect on you” Eli soon freed Luciend huge dick from his briefs and took it his hands, stroking it gently. “Ohh..f*ck, let’s not do this here beloved” Lucien said, shifting his curls from his face. “Beloved? I like that name cos it turns me on” Eli replied.

“There’s… a mosquito in the soup.” Silence. Then a quiet exhale on the other end. He understood. Of course he did. “Well,” Eli said slowly, “it sounds like someone’s finally screwed the pooch.” His tone wasn’t mocking. It was worse. It was resigned. “So tell me, Mr. President… what exactly do you want me to do?” I clenched my jaw. “You tell me,” I shot back. “Because from where I’m sitting, the world is burning—and you’re acting like it’s already over.”

The man I planned to spend forever with. Then he died or at least... I thought he did. And somewhere between grief and survival... Eli entered my life quietly. Softly... like moonlight slipping through broken windows. I closed my eyes briefly. And now I know the terrifying truth. The love I felt for Elion belonged to the past but the love I felt for Eli? That was alive, breathing and terrifyingly real. “Elion,” I said quietly, exhausted beyond words. “I care about what happened to you. I will always care... as a friend or as a part of the family.” His jaw tightened. “But I love Eli.”

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"