Novel & Cerita Eliza Hamilton Fanart

I cannot even bring myself to answer them. "There you are," a soft voice calls from the end of the corridor. Eliza walks toward me, dressed in a simple blue dress that somehow looks more elegant than anything I have ever owned. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a loose braid, highlighting the warmth in her green eyes. She is not my mother, but there is something on her face that reminds me of the few photographs I have seen of Mildred Marston. It feels like blood and family. A connection I never felt with Lolita.

There was only one who would ever be able to do that so long as he lived: Eliza. In that first breath his eyes took her in. Her auburn-red hair was significantly lightened by the continued sun exposure and was pulled up into her go-to ponytail; her glowing, golden skin was shown off in short khaki shorts and dark green camisole; her incredible hazel-green eyes were showing the first signs of moisture as undoubtedly the emotion of such a moment was overwhelming.

Anaj winked at the princess who was giggling. " I hope we will not be caught, Anaj, or the Queen will have our head on a plate." Elizabeth pushed the blankets off her legs before she got herself out of the bed. "That is scary." Anaj laughed while throwing the red dress on the bed. Anaj continued,"Ah, no, red can flinch heads. Let's use hues that are not too... eye-catching. " Her thoughts are now flooded with the possible colors to use without getting caught. "I think I'm going to use red." Elizabeth flinched at Anaj who looked at her with playful gazes. She said," If I were to rebel once, then I must savor the moment."

“Elena dies three months before Hamilton Global goes public. Then suddenly there’s a foundation carrying her name with almost no public explanation attached to it. If someone wants to make it look like I hid something—” “You think they’ll turn grief into guilt,” Clara finished softly. I nodded once. Saying it aloud made the fear sound uglier. Elena Hamilton had been four years younger than me and somehow brighter than everyone else in every room she entered. She moved through life with restless energy that exhausted some people and fascinated others. She painted for three months straight once without sleeping properly because she became obsessed with capturing sunlight through glass. She swi

“Have a seat, princess.” I blinked. “What?” She turned with a smug little grin and pointed to the armchair in front of the easel. “Sit. Your face looks dramatic today. I need a subject.” I glanced down at myself. Just an oversized sweater and yesterday’s leggings. “Are you painting me or sentencing me?” “Don’t be rude. Sit.” I sat. Eliza flicked her wrist like she was swishing away all my hesitations. “Now stay in one position. Don’t ruin my vision.”

Felicia can't wait for the day Hamilton turns into a vampire because that would mean ruling Viper city as his queen forever. Felicia eyed Monalisa enviously as she saw how beautiful she looked in the dress she had brought for her. She could not deny the fact that she was more beautiful than herself but brushed the thought away almost immediately, reminding herself that Hamilton would still prefer her than Monalisa as that had been the case since she came to Viper city.

another said. “Imagine being loved so hard someone burns the world for you.” Liana rolled her eyes slightly. “Or being blamed for something you didn’t even do,” she muttered. Then she looked up, and froze. The portrait was breathtaking. Queen Elara was painted in a lilac floral gown that seemed to shimmer even under the dull museum lights. Her hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, and her eyes… her eyes were haunting. Too real. Too alive. They were the kind of eyes that looked right into your soul.