Me And A Guy Named Elvis Novels & Stories

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.

but she'll love to see where this game ends. She returned the smile and starts eating. "So, Elvis. tell me about yourself. What do you do? any families?" She asked. "I had a girlfriend, she's dead now." He said with a straight face and ate his food. "Dead? sorry." "She had cancer." He said. They were both quiet. Vanessa felt bad for asking. She didn't say anything again and ate her food quietly. you don't have to feel bad about it. It's natural you ask, everyone does.

Ella entered the restaurant and her eyes caught up with Elvis and he signalled to her to come over. "Hi." Elvis said. "Morning." Ella responded. "Yeah, what's are you doing now?" Elvis asked. "Nothing, just chilling around." Ella said. "Okay, can we go sightseeing." Elvis said and Emma looked at him in surprise. "Uh, you.. you want to go sightseeing with me" Ella said looking all shocked. "Yes, I would like to say something though." Elvis said. "What's that." Ella said curiously. "I like you." Elvis said.

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!

Throughout the meeting I followed Anne’s lead and took notes, Elvis another member of the admin team, also kindly gave me pointers. Elvis has been nice and very helpful to me since I resumed. His looks are Ro’s type of a man. Blond, blue eyes, and tall and has a good sense of humor. I wish I could introduce them, Ro will eat him up. The meeting ends and we leave, as I am walking towards, the office, Elvis calls my name and I stop. “Princess, you aren't hiding your locks today? “he says with a teasing look on his face and I can’t help but respond with a smile.

Chapter Five: The Risk of Meeting Elvis The night I see him again, everything changes. Just one glance at Elvis, and it's like all the feelings I've tried to bury rush to the surface, flooding me with memories of love and laughter, of dreams we once shared. I barely make it through the evening, forced to stand by Noah's side, pretending to be his devoted wife. But my heart begins to race, my mind now filled with thoughts of Elvis. Then later, in the quiet of my room, my phone buzzes with a message.

I introduced myself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Elvis." He shook hands with me, his thumb gently massaging the back of my hand and I winked at him before loosening the shake. "Can I join you, if you don't mind," I asked already taking a seat. "Oh please," Elvis replied, ordering a waiter to bring another cup to our table. "You shouldn't drink you know that." There comes Gin with her command. "One cup will do." I feigned a smile. "Besides---" I was yet to complete my words when a bullet subcutaneously hit Elvis's shoulder and there were screams when he began bleeding with me looking terrified.