Novel & Cerita Vince Ellis

“Is this about Thea? You actually hurt over this?” I met his eyes, gave him nothing. “I don’t get hurt.” He blinked, then laughed again, assuming I was joking. “Classic. Ice in your veins, man. That’s why we’ve survived this long.” He raised his coffee cup in a mock toast. “To never letting them see us sweat.” I clinked my mug against his, but my mind was elsewhere. Ellis kept talking… something about a party in Miami he wanted me to hit with him, some model who’d been blowing up his phone but I only half-listened. My silence didn’t bother him; he was used to it. He filled the air for both of us.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> What the fuck? _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "I'm Dr. Elijah Reeves," he said, walking into the gym with confident strides that drew my attention to the way his body moved. Fluid, controlled, athletic. "But you can call me Eli. I specialize in sports-related injuries, specifically career-ending ones. I've reviewed your file extensively. The damage to your leg was severe, but not irreparable." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His voice did something to me. Made me want to hear him say my name. Made me wonder what he'd sound like saying it in different circumstances. In the dark. In bed. Breathless.

Everyone respected him. But Ellison did not show displeasure despite Nicole's attitude. He smiled and said, "I just want to invite you for a meal. Harvey will be a bit late, as he was still outside." Mr. Ellison, whose full name was Thomas Ellison, was not such a nonsense person. Nicole frowned and was a bit impatient. "Tell me what it is about, or I will leave." Mr. Ellison heard she was leaving and hurriedly said, "I saw the video of Harvey and you on the Internet. I can tell that he is fond of you, and he has asked you to be his girlfriend. Is that true?"

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

Damian said, sensing Ellis's intentions. Vivian retreated in fear and stumbled over a Beta's body. Then she heard Ellis say the last thing she ever wanted to hear in her life. "I, Ellis Charles Wilton, Alpha of the Golden Moon Pack, hereby officially reject Vivian Lewis Hamilton from the Red Crescent Pack. Never regret it!" As the words left his lips, Ellis felt an excruciating pain as if it would tear through his soul, but it was a necessary price for his freedom from his cruel mate.

Vivian straightened slightly as he approached the table with infuriating ease. “Ms. Cole.” “Mr. Ellis.” His mouth curved faintly. “You always say my full name like we’re negotiating a hostage exchange.” “You’re opposing counsel.” “Not currently.” “Temporarily opposing counsel, then.” Chloe looked between them like she was watching live entertainment. Roman’s attention shifted briefly toward her. “Roman Ellis.” “Chloe Bennett,” she replied quickly. “Huge fan of your public interviews.” Vivian blinked slowly. “Chloe.” “What? He’s famous in legal circles.”

God. “Syd, meet Raven,” Ellis says, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Raven, Sydney.” Raven stands there with a calm but darkly magnetic look on his face. The kind of face that feels like a crime against other men. “Raven’s my best friend and business partner,” Ellis continues. “Actually, he’s the CEO of our tech company. I’ve told you about him before, remember?” I nod, swallowing hard, struggling to keep myself from visibly drooling over him.

She asked softly. The way she said his name felt like a kiss to him. He missed her voice. He missed everything about her. “You look well, Elli,” he finally commented calmly. He watched as she walked past him and stood in front of Vincent. “This is Vincent Lowe. He works in KED and is currently the team leader of the racing team.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Ellisande,” Vincent said formally, shaking her hand. “Elli will be fine,” she replied with a smile. She took a seat opposite them and looked at them patiently. “Is there something that I can do for you?”

“How much does Victoria have?” “Enough to be dangerous, not enough to be airtight,” Oliver answered. “She’s missing the final connecting documents that prove chain of custody on the birth records. We’re closer to those than she is, but the Ellison attorneys are moving fast. They filed two more restriction motions this morning. Someone inside their camp is scared.” “Can we reach anyone in the family directly?” “There’s a surviving uncle, Thomas Ellison. Quiet. Lives upstate. Never involved in the public-facing side of the holdings. He may be the only one willing to talk. I’ve already sent a request through back channels.”

I turned toward the grand exit of Crownvale Moon, where a slick, obsidian Blackwood Range Rover was waiting at the bottom of the stone steps, its engine idling with a deep, guttural rumble. A tall, stylish man in a tailored velvet blazer leaned against the passenger door, twirling a polished silver pocket watch around his fingers. He had sharp, elegant features and bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. Ellis Ford. The most dangerous information broker in the Blackveil District, and one of the very few people in this city who knew what I truly was. "Well, well," Ellis called out, his tone light and playful as I descended the stairs. "Look at you, darling. You look like you just tore t