Me And A Guy Named Elvis 소설 & 이야기

"I'm Elvis. Elvis Reis. You are?" "Ellise Montero" she replied. "You're married, aren't you?But it's okay. I'm married too. My wife upset me and I came to the park to sulk just like you" he said and she chuckled. "Really? That's really unusual for a married man" she said. "Mmm- you're right. Married men go to bars to sulk, I suppose. But, I don't" "You're one unique married man, aren't you?" She said and he laughed. "Yeah, I guess"

Axel typed: “Did he suspect something?! Wait, who let you call me by my name? Call me big brother.” Elvis typed: “No, you only came out a few minutes earlier than me. If I was the first one to be taken out of mom’s belly, I would be your big brother.” Axel typed: “Even if I’m one second earlier than you, I’m still your big brother. Call me big brother.” Elvis typed: “Axel.” Axel typed: “Do you want a beating?” Elvis: “A fight? Even if I give you both hands, you can’t beat me.”

a man with an arm sleeve tattoo slapped the big mustache guy on his back. "Hey, I'm Rocco, I'm sorry about my buddy Elvis here. Yeah, that's his real name. Look, are you here for the audition? come on in, you looked like you can use a drink." "But, my car..." Rocco, the tattooed guy peeked at her gas meter and smiled, "happens all the time to my girlfriend, Elvis, will you help..." he waited and it took Bree a couple of seconds to connect her brain to her ability in forming a sentence.

I woke up that morning really tired. After freshening up, I rushed downstairs to eat breakfast and saw Helen and a strange guy. " Good morning Helen." I was surprised. " Morning Riley." She replied and smiled. " Are you surprised honey?" Dad asked and pulled me to him. " I guess. Who's the other guy?" I whispered to my dad. " Well this is my husband Elvis. We are back together." She said and the guy kissed her. " Right." I muttered.

My phone no longer has photos of upcoming drug deals but is full of pictures from the best tourist traps in America. It took thirty years, to get here, but this was the best year of my life. Lukis squeezes my hand, and I lift my gaze to meet his. He smiles, his eyes flitting over to Elvis. His expression is his way of saying, "What's up with this guy?" I shrug and squeeze his hands back as Elvis continues comparing our upcoming marriage to his favorite song, "Nothing but a Hound Dog." There's a slight connection.

Mel pov I walk in and see my dad and Ethans dad playing chess. "hi daddy and daddy",I chuckle as both smile my way. "hey love",both say together and I drop cookies on the bedside table and both forget the chess game. "so I got news and I was hoping it would make you happy or be okay so here goes. Ethan and I picked a name for our son we like to name him Jacob Alexander",both look at me and tears fill their eyes. When I say two grown ass men started to cry it triggered me and we were all sobbing. I got hugged and kissed as both blubbered.

Levi said, his voice playful but his eyes holding hers. “Let me guess—you’re about to suggest something ridiculous,” Kat teased, folding her arms. “We could ditch the party and hit up a karaoke bar,” Levi suggested smoothly, his grin widening. Kat arched a brow. “Karaoke? Seriously? What would you even sing?” “Easy. *Let It Go*. I’ve got Elsa’s part down perfectly.” Kat snorted, covering her mouth as laughter bubbled out. “You? Singing *Let It Go*? I don’t believe you.”

he said, coming closer without any shame that he was practically naked. “Hi, I’m Elvis. Vik’s best friend too,” he added, stretching his hand toward me. My hand trembled as I almost shook his. But before I could, Calvin came out from the kitchen. “At least go put on some clothes first, Elv. She’s a guest. Consider that instead of showing off those terrible abs of yours,” Calvin said, his tone teasing but protective. Immediately, Elvis stepped back with a smirk and went back to the room he came from.

Adro's forehead wrinkled. He moved from his working chair to the edge of his bed, facing Elvis directly. "Why did you say that? What's wrong with me?" Wiping his tears, Elvis continued, "Let me guess. The girl named Grace, she's your friend, isn’t she?" "Yes, she is." Adro nodded.

She dressed to impress for the meeting. **** ~Dante~ I was in the middle of completing some paperwork when Elvis called me out of nowhere. Elvis: I’ll go right to the point because I know you’re already annoyed, so please bear with me. There are three more people who have registered their names under yours. I can only see the number. I can’t see who they are or their age. Someone is trying so hard for you not to find your friend. Dante: My wife!