Eliza Hamilton Fanart Novels & Stories

Nathan said, smiling. “YAY!” Eliza shrieked, bouncing up and down. “Lizzybug, we'd better go get you changed for Zander’s football game,” I instructed her. Eliza took my hand, and we went into her room. I was totally in love with the finished product of her room design. It was a princess's dream. I headed straight to her closet and grabbed a turtleneck sweater and her football jersey with Zander’s number on it. “Can I paint my face, Mummy?” Eliza asked.

Melinda’s POV The gallery smelled like sawdust and citrus oil. Fresh paint. Fresh space. River and Eliza stood by their twin canvases, heads tilted just slightly as they made a final adjustment to the lighting. On one side: River’s piece — textured black and blue, layered with strips of burned journal pages, gold leaf, and three rusted keys. On the other: Eliza’s — a charcoal and red abstract, bold strokes exploding from a single center point, like a wound trying to bloom.

Eliza Alright, now I know he’s coming on to me, but what the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t want to be too easy, or be treated like a whore who’s willing to perform sexual favors in exchange for his help. I’d be passed around to all his rich friends, and they’d line my pockets with cash while using me like a toy. I cross my legs behind the canvas, trying to squeeze out my impure thoughts. I hate that I’m so turned on by the idea of him sharing me. I don’t want to be that kind of woman. I came here to do art. I’m a painter!

Eliza was staring at Artemis, tilting her head and glancing around the room. She walks around the alter looking at the chalk outlines Greyson had drawn last time he was here. “The chalk is newer.” Eliza says, dropping to a squat to investigate it, “Yes, Greyson drew it when we came here last time. He has the sight, and this is what he saw.” Eliza nods, glancing at Greyson and raising an eyebrow then looking back to the ground. Celine glances and sees Seb and Greyson making out. She smiles and looks back at the Goddess. “Any thoughts?”

He wasn’t as tall as Zane, but he was strikingly handsome, his amber eyes glowing softly in the light from a few lamps that dotted the expansive room here and there and a roaring fire that had to be more for show than anything else since neither of the creatures that lived here would be any more capable of catching a chill than Jo was. Eliza finally stepped forward and offered her hand. She looked nearly the same as she had in the images Jo had seen of her from when she was younger, except her hair was a dark black, not purple as it had been, and it reached past her shoulders now, tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a black pantsuit made of elegant fabric, heels, and more jewelry than J

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

I lightly chastised him as Eliza showed us into her home. He shrugged. “It didn’t cross my mind.” “Enough of this ‘Mr. Vanderbilt’ nonsense, Crystal, call me Nikolas,” Mr. Vanderbilt—Nikolas—added. “And let me take your jacket.” “All right, Nikolas.” I shrugged out of my jacket and handed it to Nikolas. “This is a lovely home you have, Eliza.” “Thank you. I chose all the furnishings myself.” Most elderly women have an obsession with angels or cats. Eliza’s obsession was wolves. She had wolf figurines, wolf pillows, a wolf rug, and even a painting of a pack of white-furred wolves howling at the moon hanging over the fireplace.

Hannah is sitting on the ground with her legs crossed behind Rosie, the dark-haired beauty and daughter of someone named Trinity, as well as Elijah, who I’ve heard a lot about since coming here. Rosie has strange, grayish hazel eyes, a color I’ve never seen in the natural world before. She’s beautiful and exceedingly friendly. Her smile brightens the room as we walk in, and Ella shuts the door behind us. Hannah continues braiding Rosie’s thick black curls, pulling her hair away from her face. Ella walks across the circular room and pulls a dust cover off a huge canvas. “Ta-da! I finished prepping the canvas today. It’s ready for paint!” She turns to me, looking me up and down. “Goddess, your