Edith Liddell Novels & Stories

she said. Then a server popped up. "Mrs. Gibson, Madam Gibson would like to see you." Madeline's face lit up. "She's here?" She had been worried about Edith, who had not been feeling well since fall started. Madeline did not think she would even leave the house. Looks like Edith was on great terms with Wasyl. And there she was, Edith, chatting away with Wasyl and the rest of them. Madeline rapped on the door, and before she could fully step in, Edith waved her inside. "Come on in, dear. You've met Wasyl and his partner Agnes, right? And this is Adelaide, but you can call her Madam Lewis."

"Because she looks like The Trunchbull from that movie you used to make me watch when we were kids." My father and I both chuckled."You mean Matilda." Jake shrugged his shoulders."Whatever movie she is from, my neighbour is her twin. So how is Mom? Can we see her?"He asked, looking at my father. "Yes, Let's go see her."We followed my Dad down the corridor towards my Mom's private room, she was sitting up in her bed watching the door and waiting for us. "Oh, there you are. I was worried that you two had already left."My mom said and reached her arms out towards us for a hug.

Valentina read this and called Marcus directly. "Tell me about the people," she said. "The fourth-generation master distiller is a woman named Eilidh (pronounced AY-lee — a Scottish Gaelic name, one of the most traditional Highland women's names, derived from the Old Irish name Eilís, itself from the Greek Helios meaning 'sun' or 'bright light') MacPherson. Fifty-three. She learned the distillery from her father, who learned it from his. She has no interest in selling. She has every interest in surviving."

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

But before her hand could land, it was held in a firm grip. "So all this was your plan, right? To expose me in front of all the guests and turn me into a disgrace, right?" Lily asked. "I already told you that this child is not yours, why did you have to do this to me?" Lily said as she cried. Melissa and Marcela, who ascended the stairs, were shocked stiff. A maid woke them up and told them that Lily was having stomach cramps and was in so much pain that she was crying. They had immediately rushed downstairs without even changing their pajamas, they did not expect to come across something like that!

An unfamiliar feminine voice interrupted, startling them. They looked back but only saw Hilda holding her laptop. "Where is that voice coming from?" Dawson asked furiously. "Father, it's here." Hilda replied showing off her laptop where she was on a video call with a lady. "Good Evening, Marlowes! I'm Laila Creed!" She greeted, her bright blue eyes twinkling before the camera.

The sun shone brightly and the sky was clear. Everything seemed perfect. The light breeze moved through the guests that sat on either side of a make-shift aisle on white wooden chairs. The navy blue carpet held flower petals and they lifted gently in the breeze before settling down again. I stood on the hill, overlooking the meadow. Soft violin music started playing and Thalia smiled at me as we all turned to where Levi stood. I heard the horse before I saw them, and Jo smiled at me as she came into view. Levi helped her down from the horse and her father took her arm.

“This is one of the reasons Adam came crawling back to me!.” Delilah (Aviva) massaged her temples, she rolled her eyes and tried to walk away. “Not too fast!.” Lilith said and pulled Delilah (Aviva) by the arm. “Don’t you want to see Adam?!.” Lilith asked. Unlike the way she had been calmly slapping Delilah (Aviva) on the face with her words she spoke calmly with her eyes like that of a puppy that just saw his treats being thrown away.

Everyone gathered around Edith and Lilian, marveling at how they had raised such an exceptional young lady like Wendy. Tonight's dinner was filled with elites from all walks of life—exactly the kind of crowd Edith had always dreamed of. She had always craved the spotlight, yearning to stand on the highest stage and bask in everyone's admiration. For years, Edith had placed her hopes on Jessica and Trish. She had been living in a fantasy where Jessica married Stanley and Trish married Dr. Ceylan, hoping these two would elevate her to the top.