Novel & Cerita Edith Liddell

There was a hint of disdain in Catherine’s eyes as she said, “Eden Griffith, you may not have received upper-class education, but you should have at least been taught basic courtesy. Do you not know that you have to greet your elders?” “What kind of courtesy do you expect from someone who has never received an education from her mother and was raised by a dying grandmother on the outskirts?” Daliah Hunt, Edison's second daughter, spoke. Her words were toxic. Eden looked up slightly, an icy glint appearing in her eyes with her hands still in her pockets. Despite her figure looking so frail that a breeze could topple her, an invisible but powerful aura seemed to emit from her. Dahlia was stunn

Considering that she is an actress, I wasn't surprised to see the way she forced out chuckles at Dija who was sipping on a glass of wine, chatting with Edith like they had known each other for centuries. "Miss Himaldila!" I echoed when I noticed that the women—except Edith who was pretending—were too busy in their conversation to see that I was standing behind. Edith was on her feet in a moment, flashing the brightest smile I'd ever seen on her face. "Welcome boss. I was just telling Miss Himaldila about my new role in HIS QUEEN'S romance series." Wow! Have they discussed that far?! "Oh, thank you so much." Turning to Dija, I smiled warmly, "I hope you didn't have to wait long?"

“When my half-sister died, I vowed to keep an eye on her child as long as I could. I often watched Ella from the sidelines, then applied to work in your home when she married you. Forgive me for never telling you, but I couldn’t tell anyone. Not even Ella.” “Why?” Alexander looked perturbed. “My reasons are my own,” Lilith said calmly. Alexander stared at Lilith for a long moment, eyes flicking over her face. Finally, he said, “I never met Henrietta Eden, Ella’s mother—she passed long before Ella and I ever met. But I’ve seen pictures, and you do look like her.” “I know.” Lilith lifted her chin. “But you could have told me after Ella’s death,” Alexander went on. “I would have helped you rese

Venom's frowned deepened as he tried so hard to remember what he had done. What could he have possibly done to hurt her? * * * * The Steele's Mansion* * Havilah City* There was a pure smile on Edwina's face as she held out the list of the candidates in the annual competition. It was the only way she had been able to preserve her life after years of staying by his side, smiling even though the scar at the side of his face made her want to throw up. " Eldest master, these are the candidates list "

Udal narrowed his eyes while bearing the pain of Hwata squeezing his arm as he asked, "Do you know me, girl?" "Yes, my lord!" Delilah's eyes lit up with excitement. "My name is Delilah Gosling, heiress to the Calebton Gosling clan and its junior chief. I've been hearing tales of Caleb's exploits here in Middleton City, and it really is him! He's an old friend and coming from the same town as him, I'm as excited as I am honored!" Blinking her pretty eyes at Udal, she pressed, "My lord, will you do me the honor of joining me for a few drinks?"

I suspect that my mother has something to do with this, but I’ve been polite nonetheless. “Good morning, Lycan Atwood,” Edith says with a little curtsy. She wears a short pink dress with ruffles around the neck, thigh high white socks, and a pair of heels. She looks like a silly pinup girl. “Morning, Edith,” I say coldly, averting my gaze back to my work as I try to make myself appear too busy to socialize. Edith walks around my desk to the window behind me. When I turn around to see what she’s doing, she’s sitting on the windowsill with her legs crossed, looking at me with a sultry look in her eyes.

I stood opposite them with Harvey and Lillian, a little further away. "If you don't mind me asking, Salfori, you run mines of rare gems, right? Not only that, you know all the secrets of the coven that can sell at a higher price. You are an immortal trillionaire who is secretive and tries to make sure only a few know about it. Am I right?" he asked as I raised a brow and looked at her in disbelief. What! Edith lived in a small cottage! At least that's what Harvey told me. How could she be that rich? Richer than me, Glen, or even Ian himself!

Jill, a Hell Hound that often guarded Evan, Aricka’s son. “It’s odd. A lot of stress trying to juggle presents, food, and everything to entertain them. I barely know them, making it more challenging, but I have Edith to thank for her excellent advice.” Aricka raised her glass to Edith, who smiled happily and found a seat. Now was the first time any of these ladies had relaxed truly, and they all deserved it.