Loving Eli Novels & Stories

‎Elias. ‎E: Morning sis. Lila’s making me try yoga. Send help. ‎I smile despite everything. ‎Me: Pics or it didn’t happen. ‎He sends a selfie: him in downward dog, face red, Lila laughing in the background. ‎E: Kill me. ‎Me: Never. Love you. ‎E: Love you more. ‎I hold the phone to my chest. ‎At least one thing is still good. ‎At least Elias is okay.

--- I go back to the door. I press my hand against the metal, I close my eyes. "I know you can hear me," I whisper. "I know you can feel me." I pause, I can feel the tears coming, I don't stop them. "Julian says you need a trigger, something emotional, something powerful, so I'm going to give you one." I take a deep breath. "I love you, Elara. I've loved you since the moment I saw you, not because you were powerful, not because you were special, because you were you, because you were broken and beautiful and fierce and everything I never knew I needed."

Then, a soft, watery sob escapes her lips, her arms flying around his neck as she squeezes him back with everything she has. "You idiot," Liz cries out through her tears, a laugh breaking through her words as she pulls back just enough to look into his hazel eyes. "It took an attempted murder investigation for you to finally say it out loud? I've been waiting for you to clear that boundary line since 2024. I love you too, Eli. I'm not going anywhere." Eli lets out a long breath, his hands coming up to cup her face as he leans down, his lips meeting hers in a deep kiss.

His voice shook now. “…It can’t be…” Kieran’s expression changed. Not cold. Not forceful. Just… Hurt. “…It is.” Eli shook his head. More violently this time. “…No! I don’t—” His voice broke. “…I don’t remember loving you!” Silence. That word— Loving. It lingered. Kieran’s hand tightened slightly on Eli’s arm. “…You did.” Eli’s eyes filled. Not with tears—

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

“No half-truths, no waiting to see what I already know. Just tell me.” Eli stared at the grain of the wooden table. He traced it with his eyes, the swirls and knots, looking anywhere but at her. “Yes,” he said, the word barely louder than a breath. “Something happened.” Her eyes closed briefly, like the confirmation was a punch even when she’d braced for it. “With my father,” she said. “Yes.” “How long?” “Months,” Eli whispered. Lily’s fingers tightened around the mug. The ceramic squeaked against the table. “Did you ever love me?” she asked.

He whispered 'I love you' once again and ended the call not noticing the shadow who quickly left his room. Kamila is furious. She angrily closed her door and went to her bed. Her jaw clenched. She took the pillow and throw in on the wall. She witnessed all of it and she didn't liked it. No one can take away her lover away from her again! Travis is hers. He is Lleandro vessel and Alice can't take that chance away from her.

Taking him all the way down until he hits the back of my throat. "Oh god—oh fuck—Eli—" I work him harder now. Faster. Using everything I know drives him crazy. His hips are trying to thrust up but I pin them down. "Close," he gasps. "I'm close, I'm gonna—" I pull off. He actually whimpers. "No—please—Eli—" "Say it." "Say what?" "You know what." He stares at me. Eyes desperate and dark and so fucking beautiful. "I love you," he breathes. "I'm in love with you."

“So Eli has living relatives.” “Yes and no. Lois is a girlfriend but from what I can clearly see on her old social media, she is very much in love with him. They all disappeared around the same time.” “Someone powerful is helping them,” I stated. “What else?” “Eli was part of a special training with a common friend of ours,” he grinned and turned the laptop again. I oeered at the screen, taking in the faces of the men. “Donovan,” I whispered with fury. That bastard.

“Felix, you idiot.” When I woke up, my face was already streaked with tears. I had been holding onto Eugene’s hand so tightly that my nails had dug into his skin. “Sorry, I got drunk,” I muttered. Eugene was quiet for a while before he finally asked, “Who’s Felix?” I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard someone say his name. It was as if the world had chosen to forget him. “He was my love,” I replied softly.