Loving Eli Novels & Stories

"But I don't believe them. I know you, Elijah. Yes, you're calculating, and maybe our relationship started because of your plans. But I believe that you love me. Do you, Elijah?" Elijah was silent for a moment. Then, he let out a soft chuckle. "Of course, I love you," he said without hesitation. His eyes reflected nothing but her image. "Then how could you even consider leaving me? How could you entertain the idea of handing me over to another man?" Liesel asked. "Heather wasn't entirely wrong. I am like her in some ways. I'm smart, but when it comes to love, I'm a hopeless romantic. "I was willing to sacrifice those materials and contact the special forces for you today. In the future, I mi

“I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you again. Not the past. Not him. Not a single shadow.” She didn’t answer with words. Just pressed her lips to my chest, a silent kiss of trust and affection, and let herself fall asleep in my arms, her breathing evening out, deep and peaceful. But I stayed awake long after. Long after her breathing deepened and the last remnants of our shared pleasure faded. Watching her. Guarding her. The moonlight casting her in a soft, silver glow, a precious, vulnerable treasure in my arms. Loving her. Loving her with every fiber of my being. And knowing, with grim certainty, that Eli had just sealed his fate. He had dared to threaten what was mine. And he would pay.

Manuel scribbled quickly, then pushed the paper toward me. “Now tell me,” I said. “What does the real El Fuego look like?” “I already told you,” he snapped. “I do not know.” “Come on,” Ceila urged. “You must know something.” Manuel exhaled slowly. “Gossip says the real El Fuego has a scar over his left eye. That is all I know.” I allowed myself a small smirk. “See? That was not so hard.” Manuel leaned back, a dark, knowing grin spreading across his face. “Oh, dear cops. If you think you can catch El Fuego that easily, you are already walking into your deaths.”

He shrugged. “I already loved you.” At that moment, I let out a light scoff and there was a river flowing from my eyes as they locked into his. Denver squeezed my hands tenderly and he pushed a hard lump down his throat. “I love you too, Eliana” He said. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that you and that is a really really long time. You have given the greatest gift anyone can and that is Elijah. I’m only sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t tell me. For making you keep him away from me.”

I just give him an indifferent look, not bothering to pretend I was please or happy. “Sorry! You did come out of the hospital. I hope I didn’t hurt you at all. You are my best friend after all. I would rather die than hurt you.” Eli was nuzzling his face against mine and I couldn’t help but understand why Aurelia fell in love with him. If someone acts like this towards you and you never got any type of love from your family then of course you would stick with this person. ‘How disgusting. I hate this. I hate him. But I have to put up with him. Once I reach the game starting point I will never have to deal with him again.’

I greeted the couple as soon as we got in the backyard. "They indeed taste wonderful, dear. Matilda cooked all of them!" Gerard boasted while wrapping his thin arm on his wife. Matilda smiled gleefully and I couldn't help but be inspired and feel envy with the love they have right now. They're old and childless. And yet, they still seemed so in love with each other. I hope to have that kind of love someday when I'm finally grey and old. I looked at Jupiter and playful bumped my shoulder to him. "Don't sleep on the food, love."

“Make love to me, Eli. Make me forget that this is considered wrong. Make me forget everything except for you.” With our eyes locked together, he slowly pushed into my warm center. “Eli,” he groaned, coming inside of me as I continued to ride out my high. Our gazes met for an endless moment as we came back down from heaven. As I tried to catch my breath, Eli leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. After he pulled away, Eli collapsed onto the pillow beside me. I lay my head on his chest, directly over his heart, listening to it beat rapidly.

"She doesn't say things easily." "I know. I could see that." She paused. "I think she's lonely." I hadn't expected that. Not the observation — I had thought something close to it before — but hearing it said plainly by someone who had known Eleanor for four hours. "She made choices," I said carefully. "After my father left. About how much she would let in." "So did you." "Yes." "And yet here you are," she said, "letting someone in." I looked at her.

Sophia quickly jumped from the couch and pulled me to the kitchen, cursing herself for me not having eaten yet, and blaming her loud mouth for the scolding session having lasted forever. I sat in the kitchen on a stool, Liam and Earl in a conversation about the business, as I looked at Sophia moving around the kitchen with such grace. Every once in a while, Earl would look up from the conversation to gaze at Sophia, as if she would disappear into thin air, and then he'd go right back to speaking to Liam. I could tell how much they loved each other, and it had me wanting to have this one day in the future. Have someone to wake up to, telling me how amazing and wonderful I am, and how much I'm

For his coldness. But this, this vulnerable honesty was dangerous. For her. For Eli. For everything she had built to survive. A soft cry cut through the silence. Both of them turned. Eli stood in the hallway, rubbing his eyes with a small fist, curls mussed from sleep. “Mommy…?” he whispered. Lila rose immediately and scooped him into her arms. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured, smoothing his hair. “Just a dream.” Eli pressed his cheek to her shoulder. “Someone was calling me.”