Eliza Gilbert Novels & Stories

So an Angel was given to us. And then she would give birth to Thea. Her destiny is calling for her. She has to be stronger for that. I will make that happen. I took my granddaughter with one last look at my wife Elizabeth, whom I know will never be able to see again.

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

Her tone was softer now, gentle almost, because I hadn’t said a word about Jules since I came home. “She left, Mom, end of story,” I said and looked away from her. She sighed. “You imprinted, Alex, that means something.” “She saw me get shot and she couldn’t handle it. She left without a word and I haven’t heard from her,” I said and I could see the sadness in Thalia’s eyes. “It’s her loss because you’re fantastic,” she said and I smiled. Thalia stood up and walked over to her purse where she took an envelope out. She took a deep breath before she turned to look at me and held the envelope out to me. “This letter came for you.”

Caleb said, oblivious, “so, are you married now? Divorced? This island giving you sugar-daddy energy.” I was about to respond when a shadow fell across the group. Eliza. She stood there, one hand on her hip, the other holding a towel. And somehow… smiling. “Boys,” she said sweetly, her accent thick and chilling. “It’s always the small men who bark the loudest. You had your fun. Now leave.” The guys looked confused until she stepped forward, eyes locked on Caleb. “I remember you,” she said. “You did that podcast interview once, right? Bragged about breaking girls who were out of your league. I still have the audio clip, actually. Maybe your boss would like to hear it.”

He would realize his greatest mistake when he was in front of me next time – he might have created me to be a weapon to use at his disposal, but he did not account for the fact that his sadistic ways solidified my resolve that the weapon would rip the last breath from his lungs. I cleared my throat and pushed my emotions back. “Thank you.” An image of Eliza was projected for us to see. That curly blonde hair and vibrant honey-colored eyes was paired with the most adorable dimples. She was a cutie for sure. “Eliza’s journey was always going to converge with you two. There are certain individuals that I bestow a gift upon. The gifts always revolve around knowledge and truth. Sometimes they are

Emily glanced at Isabella, who was walking with a mixture of anxiety and determination. The truth had begun to unravel, and while they were making progress, the path ahead still seemed daunting. “I think his name is Matthew!” Isabella said suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice trembled slightly, but there was a note of conviction in it. “He’s one of the men behind all of this. I overheard them talking about him. He’s ruthless—he was the one who killed Maya.”

Elizastface burned bright red which complimented her gown. She never cease to amaze me and I guess I can deduce why she talks about me. There was this time Eliza took Kendall out to a children fun park and my daughter went missing. I was panicking and I was paranoid because Kendall was all I had at that time. Eliza volunteered to look for her alongside the other girls and while we were looking for her, Eliza collapsed. I gave her a piggy back and went home with her, leaving the other girls at the park to look for my daughter. They came home with her of course but I tended to Eliza and when she woke up, she apologized with all her might to which I just told her that things like this are unavo

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

I remember the name she gave me clearly. “I’m Mia Gilbert,” she had said. Her name rang in my mind long after she said it. It was beautiful, just like her face, just like her soul. I was fascinated. Curious. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to see her again. I even imagined spoiling her with money, I could tell she wasn’t well off. Poverty was written all over her. And I knew from experience, women like that never turned down money. They couldn't afford to.