Eliza Hamilton Fanart Novels & Stories

Her youthful face staring at the camera with a dimpled smile. You could see the happiness in her eyes as she pushed back strands of her beautiful curls behind her ear. "Elena ?" I whispered questioned looking up at Mr. Rogers still not believing he had just did this and he nodded. I looked back down at the photo and a tear slipped down my face, who would have known that one day I would get to know how my mom looked. She was beautiful with green doe eyes like mine, I had her hair and lips and maybe my body structure but that was all. Every other feature on me belonged to my dad but that didn't stop me from smiling while crying.

"But… half? That's a lot of money, Eliza." Her thoughts turned dark, consumed with resentment. 'Sienna Hamilton, how much I loathe you! You're going to cost my family half of our fortune!' The bitterness in her heart intensified, fueling her determination to destroy her enemy. "Yes, it is," Eliza agreed, nodding. "But think of the payoff – the adoration of the public, the ability to move forward without being constantly scrutinized, and the satisfaction of one-upping the Hamiltons." Marjorie frowned, weighing the options. As much as she despised the thought of parting with their wealth, she knew they had to do something drastic to change the narrative.

The fact that she was able to withstand the pressure of that guy's aura demonstrates her strength and resolve. But there was a problem. Even if he were a Lycan, a mere Persephone couldn't injure someone with his aura alone. Perhaps he could damage someone on a much lower level than him, but Eliza was on the same level as him. And it was Eliza I was referring to. She would have faced, if not met, people even more powerful than Persephone. [Analyze] [Status] Name: Eliza Kraus Age- 18 Race- Human

I was the only sane person around her, we always got along, I understood her and we btoth knew how to grieve the loss of two important people, my family didn't care about that, they were just glad my Dad got everything. "There she is!" Eliza exclaimed, getting up from her couch. She wore white yoga pants and a white sweatshirt, she was having a lazy day, she has those sometimes. Her brunette hair was up in a bun and she wasn't wearing any makeup today, her skin looked so smooth and flawless, she was gorgeous. "Hey Eliza" I smile, walking to her and embracing her into a tight hug. "Mmmm, it's been so long Camila" Eliza says hugging me tighter with every word.

"I could never even think of killing an animal just for the matter of taste I mean they have the same as peritas as humans have inside they are just a different specie and that does not mean that we can eat them If we do not have the power to create them then not we have any authority to destroy them it's that simple" Sean was mesmerized by Eliza's word the way she's oak she held the power to change hearts in seconds She was a very influencing girl and her Aura itself was very divine and even who would be friends with her would be really very lucky to have Alisa as a friend she was one gem that everybody needed in their life

They did not only associate with Ambrose but also got themselves involved with the Lancaster family. It seemed like the Solaces were about to find their place in the sun! Ella held Charmaine's hand excitedly and said, "Charmaine, is that the Mr. Hamilton you mentioned earlier? My goodness, he's so handsome! What a pity that he is crippled!" "If he hadn't been disabled, how would Larissa have had the chance to hook up with him?" Charmaine's voice was laced with mockery. Ella nodded. "She only deserves a crippled man. Nowhere near you who has such a renowned artist courting you."

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

My chest ached worse than the gas. Aria’s face seared into me. Those violet eye burned in the dark. Tyla whooped over the engine’s roar. “Damn, Eliza, That fart bomb was Beautiful. You gotta make another one. Hell, make ten.” Eliza pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re the one who came up with the ingredients. You are the one that should have the credit. We wouldn’t have been able to escape if you didn’t come up with such a wild idea.”

A couple of girls behind Violet were whispering and side-eying me. I barked out a laugh. ‘I’m tanking the company? Did I hold a gun to your head and force you to plagiarise the designs?’ Violet sniffled. ‘I had no choice. Eliza’s standards were insane. I didn’t want the company to get sued.’ ‘She’s not wrong,’ someone muttered. ‘Eliza made her revise the sketchbook like sixteen times. She was pulling out chunks of hair by the end.’

Sat in front of an old computer. And typed: Eliza Monroe. The results were scattered. Names. Obituaries. Social media profiles. But then, one article caught my eye. “Local Artist Returns to Hometown After 25 Years.” My heart skipped a beat. There was a photo beside the headline. The woman was older now. Her hair streaked with silver. But the eyes? The same as mine. The caption read: Eliza Monroe, 45, featured in the upcoming art showcase at Maple Street Gallery.