Élite 4 Novels & Stories

both men agreed. “Perfect. So, to give you a little background, Elite San Antonio has been operational for less than a year, and we already have a membership of a little over 500. To some, that may not seem a lot. However, I think that only highlights the level of our exclusivity. The pricing of the memberships varies, of course, based on the level of services you utilize. We offer the Platinum, Gold, and Diamond packages, and they all come with their benefits, ranging from basic to supreme.” “What comes in the supreme package?” Pierce interrupted.

Eli stood in front of the dressing table, still wrapped in a soft towel from the bath. His body felt clean but tired, the warm water having washed away layers of dirt, blood, and exhaustion from the long night. The platinum collar around his neck caught the soft bedroom light, gleaming quietly. He reached out and picked up the prominent black velvet box that sat on the table. It felt heavy in his hands. The new crest engraved on the lid a stylized V intertwined with an R made his breath catch.

A voice answered from above. “Right here.” Alexander looked up — and his stomach dropped. Elite Citadel soldiers stood on the suspended catwalks overhead. At least twenty of them. Black armor. Red visors. Weapons glowing with purge-suppression tech. Elias growled. “They won’t stop us.” The captain of the squad jumped down from the catwalk, landing in front of them with heavy boots. “Elias Varyn,” he said coldly. “Primarch-class. Kill on sight.” Elias stepped forward.

I knew just how to fix both their asses though. "Thanks Grimaldi that's very nice of you now can we get back to work?" "Sure, I just came by to give Katarina her little gift. I know how she loves speed so when I saw this little beauty I knew she had to have it. It's the only one like it in the states I think there's only a handful in existence. It goes from zero to sixty in two point four seconds."

Celeste (thick): “I’m sorry I’m crying over a skateboard—” Remy (kneeling in the dirt): “You loved her. You’re allowed.” He pulled a velvet bag from his jacket. Inside: raw titanium deck, gunmetal, blank. 60 mm glow wheels. Tiny script under the nose: Forever messy. Forever ours. Remy (quiet): “Ordered it the week we got back from Romania. You need wings that don’t break.” I tackled him into the fresh earth and kissed him until the tears stopped tasting like loss.

"Silent running mode included. It creeps up on you like a ghost." Ren opened the driver’s door and sat inside. The seat molded to his spine. The dashboard was a single curved piece of glass. It felt powerful. It felt like Wraith. "I'll take it," Ren said. "In silver." The salesman blinked, his datapad hovering in his hand. "Excellent choice, sir. We offer competitive financing plans with interest rates as low as—" "Cash," Ren interrupted. He held up his wrist-comp. "Full amount. Today." The salesman’s eyes widened. "Of... of course. That would be 45,000 Credits, including the luxury tax and registration."

The generously- sized living area was graced by a fireplace, wine cooler, huge windows and glass sliding doors that lead out to the rear deck. It was a glass mansion with tones of windows. The sun and temperature-controlled glass were tastefully designed with the top art collection in mind. Every detail was carefully selected and quality crafted. Highlights include Lutron light and shade systems, heated bathroom floors, concrete first-level and hallway floors, teak wood bedroom flooring and ceilings, artworks display lightning, a climate control system, high - tech security system and spacious corner rooms that overlook the city. The gourmet kitchen was stylishly designed with its granite co

Rolling with it is the only option! Elio had come to accept it too. Marriage is all about love, and without it, you are just signing up for misery. He left his place, hopped into his Cayenne, and zoomed back to Evamor Tower. The Cayenne, with its reputation as the fastest SUV around, was like a second skin to Elio, a former speed demon who loved to push the limits. He darted through the streets, overtaking car after car. An orange Porsche sports car took offense when he passed it. It flashed its lights furiously, tailing him closely.

"Way too many products are introduced each year. The names don't really matter. I only care about their capabilities." The wheel dragged its heels for a couple of suspenseful seconds before it stopped. The pointer landed on a grey-ish piece of plate. [Congratulations! You have received a 10-year production license of the following armor component: Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation.] "It looks a little cheap."

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