Elizabeth 7ds Novels & Stories

He was not an old man. Pinching her chin, Elizabeth mulled over this for a long time before saying, “But doesn’t that mean my family can see it too since Tina is on my friends list?” Sure enough, it did not take long for Tina to leave a comment. “Is that a Porsche? Elizabeth, what exactly are you up to?” Elizabeth snorted and ignored her. Proudly, she said, “I don’t know if she can tell that this Porsche cost tens of millions. Compared to her cheap BMW, one is heaven and the other is dirt.”

I'll also be uploading pictures/stickers so you have an idea what Waylen's pack mark looks like on Elizabeth's neck. Again, thank you for reading!

He smirked. After finishing his cigarette, Javier walked to his modern stereo system and slipped in an old Beatles DVD. Elizabeth stirred and sat up. Her hard pink nipples tipped into peach-coloured, quarter-sized areolas, and she stretched, thrusting her breasts out further. "Come, my love. I want to forget the bitch!" She blinked when she saw him just standing there looking at her in a daze. Her silent questions didn’t escape him, husky voice, which went with a lush body. The prospect of fucking her grew more appealing by the second.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Her smile was kind and full of genuine pity. "Thank you." She responded politely. A girl no older than seven stared up at Elizabeth from behind the short woman. Her irises were nearly black underneath the thick rim of her pristinely white coif. Most of her thin body was shielded from her mother's generous posterior and full skirt. The occasional rustle of a breeze blew the girl's pale yellow dress around her mother and into visibility.

Elizabeth smiled with pride all over her face. "Show me the drawing." "OK," Elizabeth pulled out a pile of drawings from the table and gave them to me, explaining, "I got the inspiration from the windmill. I thought it might be possible to build a propeller to get upward force. But this vehicle is too heavy. I plan to reduce the size of the vehicle and increase the size of the propeller in the next version..." I grabbed the drawing and looked at it carefully. The drawing was a bit scribbled, obviously not by a professional, but I could understand it.

"I asked somebody to obtain the consumer list of the BMW factory from around 30 years ago. You can refer to it." All of a sudden, Hilda came across a photo. Naturally, the woman in the photo had a hooked nose. Aside from that, she was very pretty and had an air of heavy solemnity which made her features particularly prominent. Her name was Elizabeth Jones. 28 years ago, Elizabeth was 27 years old.

Her gaze trailing up and down Elizabeth as she takes in her appearance. Tight red dress topped off with a black coat as her dark hair flows down her back and similar black pencil heels as Josephine's. Elizabeth leads the way to their table and Josephine spots Elijah facing down as he types away on his phone. His features are relaxed, his full fluffy hair kissing his forehead as he darts out his tongue and licks his lips. Josephine's breathing hitched. He looks so unreal. "Baby, Josephine is here." Elizabeth calls out sweetly catching Elijah's attention as soon as her names leaves her lips. Elijah meets Josephine's gaze.

Elizabeth commanded, her voice rising a sharp octave. ​"But, Mother, isn't that schedule a bit too tightly packed? Elena might be exhausted after the flight." ​"Exhausted from what? You are flying in absolute comfort in first class, Liam!" Elizabeth barked, leaving zero room for argument. ​"Mother, my itinerary in Paris is actually a bit frantic with the new acquisition project—"

Elizabeth huffed angrily and he chuckled softly. “ Let's go, Honey.” He stood up unhurriedly and stretched forth his hand but she simply ignored him and walked towards the exit of his mansion.. A black Lamborghini Aventador was waiting outside the mansion with a chauffeur standing right beside it.. “ Don't worry Phil, I'll drive.” Justin informed his driver as he held the door for Elizabeth after which he got into the driver's side and turned on the ignition.. He drove out of the villa and headed towards Paraiso.. Elizabeth could only stare out the window curiously waiting for whatever surprise he'd..