Far Cry 5 Eli Novels & Stories

Like he’d been trained to walk silent, speak careful. "You military?" Jayce asked. Eli didn’t answer. "You law?" Still silence. "You dangerous?" Eli finally looked at him. "I’m breathing, aren’t I?" Jayce liked that answer. Too much. He handed Eli a burner phone, an old-school Nokia. "You stay, you work. You work, you earn. You earn, you stay alive." "Doing what?" "For now? Accounting." Eli arched a brow. "You need a CFO or a scapegoat?"

"We dated, or at least she thinks we did. It was just sex. I had needs when I traveled. It's been over for a long time, Riley. I promise. You are mine and the only one I want. We all have a history." "You're right. I just need to calm down." "I know how to calm you down," Eli said as he came around and started to talk her dress off. It fell to the floor, leaving her bare breasts on display as she only wore a thong. He moaned with delight at the sight as he took her lips in his. He then lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the dining table as Riley yelped, not expecting that. He laid her down at the edge of the table and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles as he pus

Eli cut in, stepping right in front of me like a shield in skinny jeans. “And who are you?” she asked, finally acknowledging someone other than Aiden. “I was talking to him.” Aiden moved like he was going to step beside me, but I placed a hand on his arm. Let Eli handle it. This was his dream moment. His Olympic event: Confronting a Queen Bitch. “I’m the best friend of the one you called ‘little friend,’” Eli said sweetly. “Try again, babe.” Ty snorted behind us, trying and failing to hold it in.

"Before you... run out into traffic again. I want it... on paper." A sharp burst of laughter tears out of Eli's throat. He slaps his hand against the metal guardrail, shaking his head as the tears continue to slide down his cheeks. Liz breaks down right next to him, laughing through her sobs as she buries her face against Eli’s leather sleeve. "The guy spends five days in a clinical coma," Eli laughs out, his shoulders shaking violently as he looks at his brother. "And the first thing he does when he breathes on his own is try to sign a contract. You are unbelievable, Caleb."

His face was pale, eyes unfocused. Eli crawled closer. “Damian?” Damian blinked, then looked at him. “We’re out.” He exhaled shakily. “But not alone.” Eli frowned. “What do you mean?” Damian turned the transmitter toward him. Its cracked display flickered once—then showed a single line of text. HELLO, ELI. The blood drained from Eli’s face. “He’s still here.” Damian nodded slowly. “Round Five just began.”

I reach for it but he suddenly withdraws his arm. CJ falls on the ground on his knees. Looking behind him, I see a bleeding staggering Eli holding a thick log of wood! I let out an ear-splitting scream when I see CJ lying on the ground, his head, bleeding. Eli smirks, staring at CJ. "See you again, big brother!" Eli staggers away. I'm shook! ^^^^^^^

"Curse and moan for me, let everyone hear what a shameless little anal slut you are for Daddy." Eli throws his head back, crying out Wantonly as he pistons his fingers harder, faster, plunging knuckles-deep into his clenching passage. Obscene squelches and schlicks fill the room, punctuated by Elijah’s escalating moans and whorish babble. "Ah ahhh fuuuuck Daddy yessss!" Eli wails shamelessly, completely lost in pleasure. He curls his fingers just right, prostate, and sees stars. "Gonna... ungh... gonna make myself cum on your command!"

I leaned back against the edge of the bed, running both hands through my hair. "You have five minutes," I finally said. His brow creased. "To what?" "To tell me what the devil we are going to do next." I knew I was becoming more demanding than I usually was, but after everything I’d been through, I was tired of the “good boy” act I usually put up. Elias picked up his phone. "Cathan," he said when the connection was made. "It's out. They finally managed to get it out." I couldn't quite make out what Cathan was saying, but Elias's response gave me chills.

I didn't give him the chance to grab it—I kicked it away into the darkness. "My phone!" Eli shouted. "Idiot! Where do you think we are?!" I snapped, slamming my fist into his face. He staggered but landed on his feet, still full of fight. Eli spat blood and sneered, "Are you seriously going to hunt me down because you think you're that faggot?" "Fuck, alright, let's do it," he growled. "I'll show you what I've got—" "You're misunderstanding," came Erwin's voice from behind. He appeared like a ghost, calm and cold, and jabbed the taser into Eli's side. Another crack of electricity filled the air, and Eli collapsed to his knees, body twitching.

I asked with a hint of warning while he's wincing in pain. "Yeah, yeah, enough, Tia. Aww!" "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Eli is laughing as if there is no tomorrow while I am covering my ears. We're in his car at the moment. He's been like this since the moment we parted ways with the stranger from the elevator. "Shut up, Eli! I am dying from embarrassment!" "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Who? Who... is in their right mind HAHAHAHAH," He looked like he's dying. "Who gets off the elevator... blushing and acting tough?"