Me And A Guy Named Elvis Novels & Stories

I was actually making it with a kind heart for him and not really his friend. I was almost done when I suddenly heard Marcello call me out of the kitchen. "Karissa???" I rolled out of the kitchen immediately and getting to the door, I froze in silence. "Meet My best friend, Elvis Collins" he introduced, with a bright smile on his face. "Hello Karissa" Elvis greeted as he took his hand out in a hand shake with me.

Typical. The screen lit up. I froze. My heart shot into my throat. For a second, I thought it was him. Of course it wasn’t. Elvis. Jesus Christ. I stared at his name like it had personally insulted me. My stomach twisted with guilt. He didn’t deserve any of this. He didn’t deserve me. Hell, he was the only good thing in the last few months that didn’t make me feel like a human trash can with great tits. And still, I’d been riding Stephano’s cock like I was getting paid for it while smiling at Elvis over candlelit dinners.

ERIC'S POV I was so elated about last night, I really want to spend the rest of my life with my angel, Evelyn. But my parents are trying to soil my plans for her, I will do everything I can to shield her from the pain my family inflicts on others, yes they are cruel and gruesome people, I am no different I agree. But ever since I met her, I want to change for her, she makes me a better person. So I won't let go of my happiness, never. A message popped on my screen, and it was Elvis saying he is coming right in.

He paused, then said, “Non-alcoholic drink instead, ma’am.” I scoffed. “If I wanted a soft drink, I’d stay home!” Before I could argue further, a voice interrupted. “Here… use mine.” The bartender checked the ID and poured the drink. I turned to see a well-built man, not my usual type, but there was something commanding about him. “Thank you,” I murmured. He smiled, offering his hand. “I’m Elvis.” I hesitated before shaking it. “Cierra.” He leaned slightly, kissing my hand lightly. “You have… striking features,” he said.

I look down when I feel a hand touch my arm. “Hey little sprite.” I say. “Hey to you to. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Everly says. “Yeah, it was kinda a surprise when they walked into my office the other day and started telling us who they were and who they were related to. We were even more surprised when they invited us to come to this.” I explain. “Kaden who is the beautiful woman?” My mom asks. “Mom this is Everly. Everly this is my mom Claire and the guy walking up behind her is my dad Mark.” I say to her.

This situation, however, didn't fit the pattern. 'No,' Kyle replied, his voice a calm counterpoint to her growing anxiety, 'This is an unusual place to try and live.' The men entered the trailer, their heavy boots discarded outside, a gesture of respect for the sanctity of the home. From the sounds emanating from the listening device, they were pleased with Cindy's culinary efforts. They also addressed her as Jupiter, revealing that Cindy was a stage name, a facade she used to navigate the complexities of her life.

This wasn't the first time that George was asking for a lady to be abducted back then whenever reject him or have stubbornly and even going to the extent of embarrassing him in public he made sure to bring his wicked means and abduct them making them pay for everything that they've cost him. ...... Peter sat alone in his spacious office, engrossed in stacks of paperwork that seemed to multiply every day. The sound of his name being called interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see Elvis standing in the doorway, a broad smile on his face. "Peter, my man! Long time no see," Elvis exclaimed, strolling into the room. The two old friends embraced warmly, their laughter filling the air. "I