Elizabeth Afton Books の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 51: The Sovereign Horizon The morning sun came up over the East River. Filled the Brooklyn studio with a nice bright light. This light made the room feel fresh and new. Elena stood by an old oak table. Her hands were flat on the table. In front of her were the real books of the Nora Vale Imprint series. The Nora Vale Imprint series was finally done. The covers of the books were simple and nice to touch. They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books.

Her heart stopped. “What is it?” Blake asked, coming close. “That sarcophagus,” Caitlin said. “The name on it. Elizabeth Payne.” Blake looked at it, then looked back and Caitlin. “Who’s that?” he asked. “My mother,” she said, staring. “They say vampires can be buried in many places. This is the second tomb of hers that I’ve seen.” She looked closely around the room. “I don’t know what it means, but I know that I’m in the right place.”

The combined jealousy of the town was holding the yacht in an eternal grip, fuelled by what she called The Green Man, a current real-life representation of the governor who had murdered Elizabeth’s mother. There were gaps in the tale. Both Primrose and Elizabeth had not been party to the real designs in play, but Primrose did write that before her demise she had been able to leave a few clues for those on the yacht to fathom, if such minds were as acute as The Dark Heart feared. The guilt on the pages was palpable, her attempts to communicate her only way to redeem her terrible actions. After considering the text and its implications, Albert put the papers down in front of him. “So where the

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

The very girl who pushed her claimed that Elizabeth's family had already taken her home, and so no one bothered to at least call and check if it was true. Elizabeth spent the night in that hole, and on that same night, a heavy rain fell, filling the hole and covering her body up to the waist. She spent hours in that dirty water, curled up and shivering. To her despair, the rain started falling again. Being weak and unable to swim, she considered it dangerous. Her hopes ignited upon hearing some branches breaking, as if someone were stepping on them. She thought, 'Someone is approaching!' and shouted for the last time, using her last strength.

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Instead, he’d let her roam. But the truth was… Elizabeth had become more than a curiosity. He turned back toward the file on his desk—a thin, unassuming manila folder marked with her name. He’d read it a dozen times, combing over the details: Elizabeth and her ties to Nick, her connection to Mr. Black, her family’s secrets and shadows. It painted a stark picture of a life caught in the middle of ruthless ambition and deception. He knew exactly what she’d been dragged through—he had enough enemies in her circle to know the lengths they’d go.

Just as Bonnie said those words, Elizabeth looked over and saw a large book with a cat silhouette and three red diamonds playing across from each other. There is something about that book. Elizabeth pondered before reaching her hand out to conjure the book towards her. “ What are you doing?, “ Following your suggestion. Elizabeth answered. Doing a little research. Elizabeth used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “ Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “ I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,”

Still, the hours stretched endlessly before me. Bored out of my mind, I remembered the thick medical books Elizabeth had sent me about a month ago. At first, I got them to understand my own condition better, but now... it became my escape. I finished those first ones in just three days. Seeing that, Elizabeth sent me another huge pile, at least ten books. I'd already devoured five of them; the rest still waited for me. Honestly, I liked Elizabeth’s books better than anything I found in Dante’s grand library.

They continued their meal in silence, as they were all thinking, Elizabeth could not resist the urge to look through her books…when Thomas saw her he chuckled. “Excuse her, she likes to get work done as quickly as possible” Thomas teased as he received a playfully stern look from her and a chuckle from Alan Murray that was uncovering their dynamic. Elizabeth took one of the books and left it open on a page and then handed it over to Mr Murray “as you are aware we did see one of the undead on our road here, but I would like you to take a look at the drawing of them in this book and confirm what we say”