Elliott Glee 소설 & 이야기

The crowd erupted in cheers, assuming this was part of the show. Noah’s heart pounded violently, “Professor—” he whispered. Elliott grabbed his wrist. The grip was firm, unyielding. He pulled Noah closer, forcing him to stand directly in front of him. “Can’t even look at me during the day,” Elliott said, voice low enough only Noah could hear. “But here you are”Noah tried to pull back Elliott didn’t allow it. The crowd watched, fascinated Humiliation burned through Noah’s veins “Let go,” he breathed,

I groaned as I pushed myself off the couch and dragged my feet to the door. There was no way Myra was so persistent, it was probably a mailman or a solicitor but if it was Myra I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her. I reached the door and opened it to find Elliott standing at the other end. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey T-shirt draped over it. He had an exhausted expression on his face as though he dreaded standing in front of me at that moment but just had to. "Can I come i-"

He said as he finished gargling. Constance felt tears cloud her eyes and she suddenly got herself and why she was even in the room."Mr. Elliott! I may be shameless but there's one thing I'm not, I am not a fool. You told me that I will be grilling ribs for you." She sputtered out. Elliott massaged his forehead and grimaced.

“I’m a little rusty.” Cadon shook his head as a few of the others in the back groaned. “However do you come up with such witty jokes so quickly?” he asked, dryly. Elliott shrugged. “It’s what I do. I don’t care if no one else thinks I’m funny. I think I’m funny, and that’s all that matters. The rest of you can either laugh or go to hell.” He drove the SUV through the gate and parked it in front of the closest hangar door. The other two SUVs followed.

He was dressed in an expensive black suit, his hair combed back as his broad shoulders made him appear more intimidating. Tattoos ran on his hand, disappearing up his sleeves. His jawline sleekly sharp and his face chiseled perfectly. " That's Elliot!?" Hades gasps, not believing his eyes. " Abra-kadabra, bitch." Elliot rolls his eyes, walking past Hades. He smiles at Shawn, embracing him into a warm hug. " You look good." Shawn chuckles, patting his shoulder. " Elliot is the reason thirty percent of boys in Ellesmere turned gay last year." Josephine announces, earning a hearty chuckle from Elliot.

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

The day Elliott came to the house, Dad was crouched by the balcony replacing the clasp on the chest. He worked the small screwdriver slowly, sunlight falling across his graying hair. The doorbell rang. Owen went to answer it, and when he saw Elliott, his face hardened. "What are you doing here?" Elliott was holding a bag of gifts wrapped in expensive packaging that had Catherine written all over it. He stood in the doorway with most of his usual composure stripped away. "I want to see Sadie."

“Do you think that Jean will take this lying down?” Elliot shook his head decisively. “We just have to sit back and enjoy the show.” Etan gave a meaningful smile. Elliot’s mouth twitched at the thought of his boss benefiting from a catfight between his fiancée and his lover. It did not look like something an honorable man would do. At that moment, Etan’s phone rang; the caller ID ‘JM’ was flashing on the screen. Elliot knew who it was and stole a glance at Etan, who looked at the phone and let it ring.

Elliot excused himself as he went outside to get something. During the short wait, my father kept tapping his foot impatiently, keeping all his focus on Olivia while at the same time avoiding my gaze. When Elliot returned, it was not with something, as we had earlier thought; rather, it was with someone—his secretary, Mr. Gerald, the same person I accompanied to the station earlier. “Gerald,” Eliot called with a hand on his shoulder. “Please tell us how you met Olivia.” “Thanks for the audience, sir.” Gerald bowed slightly, throwing his hands behind him to speak.