Romans & histoires Ava Elizabeth

A few minutes passed in silence until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?" Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?" Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I’ve heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of Lancaster descent." Damian frowned. "Are you going after her?" Isabella continued, her voice low but piercing. "Because she has given birth to an heir—a son, the heir you crave." Damian stared at his wife for a long time, his face unreadable.

Elizabeth said. "My dear queen if I may be bold," Allen spoke suddenly. Elizabeth looked at him and said, "Speak". "Why are you showing so much concern suddenly to a mare human girl Your Majesty? Is she really Princess Aisha as they guessed before" Allen asked with expectant eyes. Elizabeth smiled lightly as she said "I wish she was Allen I really wish" She sighed deeply and then continued "She is not Aisha… She is Henry and Diana's daughter Elena". "Your Majesty…" Allen was completely shocked.

Alice took a glass of water without being asked. "Here, Mom." Without thinking about pride, Elizabeth took a sip of the water that Alice offered. The tightness in her chest was real. She didn't want to die before eliminating Alice from Edmund's life. "How are you, Mom? Better? Should I call a doctor?" Edmund asked, half whispering. After catching her breath, Elizabeth looked closely at Edmund. Then, she turned her gaze towards Alice. In her heart, she cursed. How come her daughter-in-law be with her son again?

Apart from seeing her as her teacher, Elizabeth also saw her as a motherly figure. Sure, it reminded her of the days when she was still in the Wilde’s household, but, with each sunrise, she got used to Palio being by her side. However, it was foolish of her to think it would last forever. Elizabeth should have known that her happy time would soon bite her in the back. She is a witch, after all. It was during one of her trips back from the market. She chanced upon an elderly woman in rags breathing heavily against the wall of the alley. Concerned, she gave her an apple, but... “I don’t need that, Miss. I am on the last leg of my life when… I wasn’t supposed to be.” Elizabeth furrowed her brow

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.

Why not go find out yourself", the officer replied and Left, Rissa moved forward, "Hey", Rissa waved Mrs Elizabeth removed her glass and smiled at her, "Brown is right, she is the perfect girl for our son, even though she looks rough, but she is still very pretty" "You are Rissa right?"Mrs Elizabeth asked "Yes ma", but I don't know who you are, Rissa answered, "Calm down", take a seat, Mrs Elizabeth said nicely, Rissa did as she said, "I am Elizabeth, and am Brown sister"

His tone brooked no argument. Within the hour, Elizabeth was led from her cell, blinking against the sunlight she hadn’t seen in days. She was brought to the Alpha's estate, a grand stone manor nestled at the heart of Emerald territory. The housemaids greeted her with warmth and compassion, bathing her, dressing her in a soft blue gown that fell gracefully around her frame. Alpha Czar stood by the tall windows, bathed in the morning light. His eyes met hers instantly. His gaze devoured her—hungry and reverent, like a man who had fasted too long and found a feast.

I clear my throat, expecting her to introduce herself, but she doesn’t move. “Hi.” No response. “I am alph … Luna Camille. Who are you?” I correct myself even if the word tastes like poison the moment I use my new rank. “I am Elizabeth, Luna, but everyone calls me Lizzie. I’m so happy that you are here. I was working in the laundry room and have been praying for our alpha to find a mate so that I could start working in his home.” She looks up only once, and I note her cheeks turn bright red.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Ava. "There was an emergency back in YellBloodOwl and he said you wanted to stay until noon. He said he'd send someone to pick you up at noon." Absalom finished and resumed slicing his steak in silence. "That's odd." Elizabeth commented, "Did you guys have a fight? He could've personally told you he was leaving." She was quick to guess and that piqued my interest in her than earlier before. I turned to look at her and took my time to observe her even more. She might've been Absalom's mother, but she was doubtlessly more interesting than him. And noticeably more attractive than him, even in her mid forties.