Novel & Cerita Me And A Guy Named Elvis

I rarely talk to males. "Bre? Ah! I know her. My friend has a bit of a crush-" His eyes widen, realizing he is probably saying more than he should, giving himself a cough and just staring at the fire again. "She has a crush on him too." I whisper to him, allowing him not to be the only one spilling secrets. "I think they will be just fine without any meddling though." I give him a smile, looking him over now as he faces away from me. I remember his naked form clearly - hidden by the black clothes he has on now. "My name is Elesi."

He nodded slowly getting out of the car with me and I led him down to the basement, performing a cover on the said song while playing my piano. My feet jittered in excitement and my heart swelled in satisfaction as I played - for someone other than myself. For years, I'd been my only audience asides from Elena which happened just once but now, this was someone who really understood music and from his songs, I knew he had a burning passion for it just like I did. “You're a lovely singer…”, he paused to stare at me with a look that indicated he still didn't know my name yet. “Eloise. Eloise Walters”, I answered politely.

“Miss…?” “Oh.” Ann blinked. Then blinked again. “Annabel.” She immediately winced. Why had she sounded so awkward? “Everyone calls me Ann.” The man extended his hand. “I’m Elvis.” Ann accepted it. For some reason, her heart decided that now was the perfect time to misbehave. “I’m also responsible for your missing drink,” Elvis continued. “The least I can do is replace it.” Ann laughed. “I suppose that’s fair.” Together they walked toward the bar, falling into easy conversation.

Tyler had barely left when my name got called. I explained my situation and made sure to emphasize that my hemorrhoids had ruptured and my rear end would not stop bleeding. However, this doctor, Dr. Stevens, did not even examine me before deciding I had a potential miscarriage. Except I was a guy… What was I supposed to miscarry? "Listen, kid, stay away from this girl. She calls different guys 'bro' while she's sleeping around. The kid in her belly probably isn't even yours. Don't be a sucker."

Eloise’s smirk widened, and there was something almost proud in her expression, as if she enjoyed the fact that her real name made me confused. River stepped forward slightly and said, his voice tight, “She’s Eloise. My uncle’s ex-wife.” I turned to him sharply. “Your uncle?” He hesitated for a brief second before answering, his gaze shifting away from mine. “Apollo.” The word hit me harder. “Apollo?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Apollo is your uncle?!” I was shocked beyond words. My eyes widened as I stared at River, truly seeing him for the first time.

There was only one person he could talk to, Elvis. He reached the dormitory, his heart did not stop racing all the way there. Elvis’s door was slightly open, loud music spilling through. Lucas knocked twice, then pushed it wider and froze. “Yeah— harder– rock me harder Elvis—” The girl kept moaning so loud with her eyes shut, no doubt that the pleasure had taken her up to another planet. Elvis was half-naked, tangled in sheets with a girl who clearly wasn’t shy about her moans. Lucas quickly turned around, his face heating up. “Oh, damn it, man! You could’ve locked the door!”

Elvis cleared his throat and said, "Amanda, do not worry about me. I don't want to depend on your father or his friend. I am a man and I really have to work hard, to prove to your mother and sister that I am capable of taking care of you. Remember, how they mocked me, when I came here almost an hour ago. Don't you think that, if your father connects me to a job, your mother and sister will use that as an opportunity to always mock us." Amanda replied, "I will not force you to accept that. Remember to always inform me whenever you need anything." Amanda went further to tell him that, she really wants to know his last name. Elvis remembering that he has not told her his last name answered, "El

I also danced to the music gently as I sipped my drinks, then a guy came to join me at my table. “Hello, are you alone? Can I join you?” A nice-smelling guy approached “ As you can see, I am sitting alone enjoying myself. “ My name is Elvis, can we be friends” he asked “ I am not here to make friends, and besides I have more than enough friends already thanks” I continued dancing. He tried to move closer, maybe to dance with me or try to do something else. He leaned on me trying to kiss me, then I gave him a hot slap.

Claude squeezed my shoulder and whispered “Well done. Best send-off ever.” “I’ve had a thought.” I said to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “How about we do some modern country for a little while? Think the rock went to my head a little. Then perhaps we give Jamie’s songs a shot.” I said thoughtfully. The elevator doors opened and I walked out first. My mom was waiting with the group, and to my surprise, Miss Preston. “Elvis is in the building.” Jamie called out when he spotted me, walking towards them.

s hard work and gave everyone a day off. Kristen packed up her things and was about to leave when a black Maybach stopped in front of her. The door opened and a man in casual clothes got out of the car. His eyes were fixed on Kristen. "Long time no see." Kristen looked incredulously at the man in front of her, her brain slowing down. "Elvis, why are you here?" The smile on Elvis"s face became more obvious, and he approached Kristen step by step. "We haven"t seen each other for a long time, but you still remember me. It"s so good."