Me And A Guy Named Elvis Novels & Stories

I exclaim, half-horrified, half-teasing. "You tell me," he replies, flashing that million dollar smile. "Unless you're following me?" I raise an eyebrow. "I don't even know your name," he points out. Fair. "It's Lara. Lara Bello." He grins. "Nice to meet you, Lara. I'm Leonardo Knight." I roll my eyes. "Don't worry. Everyone knows who you are." "They do? Silly me. I didn't realize that." Sarcasm. My smile brightens. I appreciate a celebrity with a good sense of humor.

he gave me as his sorry. no what i'm thinkin, I figure he is not a flowers kind of guy. Who knew? No! Never! my mind warn me he never do this for me but my heart want may be he gave me this. that beast only know how to roar and behave like a animal. flower and choclate type things is not for him. I’m in my la la land but a voice break me from my train of thoughts. Shivers run down My spine as I Found Elvis walks out of his office and I find myself face to face with a stunning 6 Foot something High sculpture.

I no longer recognize my own voice; it has become softer without me wanting it to. - I owe money to someone; the person gave me your address. I was supposed to come to your house and steal your painting that is there. - I see, how old are you? - I am thirty-five years old, ma’am. - Sit down. - What is your name? - Miguel. - Miguel what? - Miguel Salvador. - Miguel Salvador, nice to meet you. He sits down in an armchair, and I do the same. We look at each other for a few moments; I try to gather my thoughts.

“Damn straight.” I got the paperwork, and we huddled together on one of the benches and quickly filled it out. It was the first time we learned each other’s middle names. I realized we didn’t know a lot of the little details that most engaged couples knew about one another, but that didn’t bother me. My heart knew him. The other details would come with time. “Elvis or regular guy?” I asked him, staring at the question on the form. He laughed. “We are in Vegas.”

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

Songs for this chapter; Miss you - Westlife, My Blood - Westlife. Eliakim "We could travel over to Edo State to see Ehis and the guys." "I don't know." I shrugged, chewing on my burger thoughtfully. "He said you don't come visiting ever since that shit happened." "And why the fuck would I go there when I don't school there anymore?" I glared at his shitty face, with my mouth full. "Chill dude, was only making a suggestion."

I looked to the side, nothing. “Surprise!” “Ahhhh, you surprised me!” I exclaimed in annoyance, hitting the man's shoulder. “I really miss you honey, you haven't even called me all this time? How…!” “I miss you too Oscar!” I exclaimed immediately, hugging Oscar. The man immediately returned my hug too, I tightened my hug on him. Oscar Wilde, a man who means a lot to me too. The figure who was also part of my story first, I let go of my arms from him. "Did Tristan you come here?"

When Derrick rushed out of Joy's hostel joy laughed at Derrick's charity and Elvis woke up to hear what was going on Elvis was shocked. "You mean we slept together after the meeting?" Elvis asked. "Yes, we had to sleep and share great moments" Charity responded. "You mean you love me and you've never told me?" Elvis asked. "Yes, but we hardly meet," Charity said. "I see I love you too I have never had a girlfriend in this university I love you too," Elvis said.

Elvis greeted him. I bowed my head so he wouldn't see my face, I snatched my hand from Elvis and took slow steps backwards.. I don't wanna see his face. "You're..." He trailed off as if waiting for someone to complete his sentence. Even his voice is annoying, I better leave here quickly. I tried to leave but these girls wouldn't let me, they've blocked the way because they all want to get a glimpse of that devil. "Oh.. I'm Elvis Presley and this is..."

“I can’t seem to keep up with her.” Elvis didn’t expect such an answer. “Daniel Greenwood is in love! Never thought I’d see the day.” “Mr. Daniel!” Stella called with a smile, and silence followed. “It’s such a pleasure meeting you here.” “Always looking so beautiful, Stella.” He complimented with a smile, Elvis cleared his throat, earning an eye roll. “This is Elvis, my good friend. Elvis, Stella.” They exchanged handshakes. “Nice meeting you. I hope you are having a great night.”