Eliza Hamilton Fanart の小説・ストーリー

“What yummy fella?” The redhead’s blue eyes went wide with surprise as she stepped away from the door to allow Eliza to enter her studio apartment. Taking a fistful of her thick coppery shoulder length locks, she twisted her hair into a bun and secured it with a hair tie as she asked, “Are you serious?” Following her friend into the oversized room, Eliza closed the door behind her as she said, “Promise you won’t make fun if I tell you something?” Reba gave a wary eye as she replied, “When do I make fun?”

"You turned it off very specifically for nothing." Isla picked up a piece of toast. "Eliza." "I'm just noting the energy." A pause. "Is it him?" "Is what him?" "The energy." Eliza tilted her head. "Isla. I've known you since you were eleven. I know your him-face." "I don't have a him-face." "You have a very specific him-face. It's the face you make when something is about him but you've decided it isn't." She paused again. "Do you like him?"

He lifted the baby in front of his face and examined the doll-eyed baby who exchanged stares at him. "Pick herbs for her Ellaine. That's what she likes especially the violet, heart-shaped ones." "I don' t know how they really look like. I'm afraid I won't be able to find them. Can you help me?" "I'm sorry Ellaine. I have so much to do tonight." Ellaine held her cheek lovingly, "But I think our friend Finrod here can show you." "Me?" "Him?" She raised her eye brows. "Well, that's not such a bad idea?"

the reporter paused as the photo of the man into his late 60s in the background flashes up on the screen. Then one after the other the statues and paintings in the art gallery with the same man standing in front of the painting. Shaking its hand with one of the famous Japanese actors into his late 50s with a smile on their face. The painting that was having flames burning around it and a lady in the middle of it holding a small child into her arms. “The one who made one of the famous paintings of 'the goddess of flame and child', which was loved by all and also criticised”

Inside, it smelled like cinnamon, vanilla, and financial instability—a hipster’s dream. Liam held my hand like he was leading me into battle. She was already seated in the back, sipping tea like she owned the building. Tall. Blonde. Sharp cheekbones that screamed “Carter.” Eyes the same stormy gray as Liam’s—but with more chaos and less guilt. When she spotted us, she stood and smirked. “Well, well. The ice king walks.” Liam grimaced. “Hello, Eliza.” She turned to me, extended a hand, and grinned.

From the moment he met her, her gaze that closely resembled Charity’s made him feel as though Charity’s spirit was in Eliza’s body. After all, he remembered that Charity had never worn pink. She was always cold and distant. Even the color of her clothes said it all. “Chester Jewell, I don’t care what you do with the other female artists under Felix Media, but let me remind you that you need to knock on the door before you enter my room next time. Don’t barge in without my permission.” Eliza could no longer put up with this human. “Although I’ve been signed to Felix Media, I didn’t sell my whole body to the company. Please give me some privacy.”

Basic Information Full Name: Maya Lin Age: 19 years old (Sophomore) Major: Art History (with a minor in Studio Art) Personality: Observant, sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and emotionally mature. 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Effortlessly creative. She wears paint-stained denim, silver jewelry, and Doc Martens. Physical Traits: Warm, expressive eyes that notice everything, a quick smile, and an open, inviting posture that completely contrasts with Elena’s cold rigidity. The Scent: To Elena, Maya smells like rain, old paper, oil paints, and a sweet, intoxicating warmth that drives Elena's vampire senses wild. 3. Background & Personality The Artist’s Eye: Maya doesn't just look at the wor

Lily Collins as Eliza Harper Eliza Harper is a young 22-year-old woman with the most gorgeous looks in the city! She has dark, chestnut hair with hazel-coloured eyes. Along with good looks, she was blessed with immense talent and knowledge. After graduating from college, she went ahead to work in her family’s business with her father as her boss. She was bright, bubbly, and always had an optimistic look at life. She is 5 foot 5 inches tall with an hourglass-shaped body. She wore minimal makeup and her fashion sense screamed simplicity.

She intended to stay with Eugene and look for a job after the New Year, vowing never to return. Eliza, on the other hand, had come to seek refuge with Elijah, claiming she wanted to find work in the city. Eliza was strikingly beautiful. Her skin was pale and smooth, her large, expressive eyes sparkled with life, and her shoulder-length, wavy hair, dyed a deep chestnut brown, framed her face perfectly. She had a slender yet curvaceous figure, and even while wearing one of Seraphina’s cotton pajamas, she exuded a lazy, effortless elegance that seemed almost otherworldly.

“I don’t want to worry him considering how much Jack already worries the family. I want to be the daughter that he does not need to worry about but I would hate for my cousin to take over the pack. It would be – it would be the equivalent of throwing away everything my father has worked for.” “There is no guarantee that he would make you his successor just because you stay in the Capital,” I pointed out but she shook her head, dead set on her goal. “If I work with you, he would not be able to send me away. This is my chance to prove myself to him, or else he may continue to see a little girl in a princess costume every time he looks at me.” Thus, Eliza became my assistant.