Elizabeth Afton Novels & Stories

(Forget her pls, add more speed, hit it to 180) Meanwhile despite how fast she was going, Elizabeth notices that the police car was gradually gaining on her, She quickly thinks of a way to get rid of the police men. In that moment, she sees and picks up a big stone and then slows down a little waiting for the police car to get closer. Immediately, she notices the Hilux just a few meters away from her, She aims with precise accuracy at the windshield of the car, throwing the stone hard with all her might. CRASH 💥.

After making the necessary arrangements with Liza and informing the police that she would be going overseas for a while, Elizabeth books a plane ticket to Paris. She sits at the edge of her bed and thinks. Since she's seen August earlier, she hasn't really had time to think about everything that has happened. Her building burnt down, and somehow she knows Eldred Dereon was responsible for it. But why would he attack her? What reason could he possibly have? She barely even had time to mourn her loss, when August sprung going to Paris on her.

But it couldn't have been Bass that poisoned her. It had been a she-wolf, Elizabeth remembered. And her face, the face she had forced herself to remember even as her whole world was slowly slipping away, flashed across her memory. Elizabeth glanced at the tea tray in her rooms, and at the collection of jewelry Ayla had sent her. She would wear them on her wedding. Elizabeth glanced at the pieces again, sure something was missing. And suddenly the last piece of the puzzle clicked in her mind.

--- 7 July 2021, Forest Hills, Oregon — Tragedy strikes the town of Forest Hills once more after authorities confirmed the death of Eleanor Swanson (17), found dead in her bed early this morning by her mother after she went to wake the girl up for school. The coroner pronounced Eleanor’s death at five past nine in the morning from a complication of an anemic condition that had been exacerbated by pneumonia. Local police have not discounted foul play as Eleanor’s older sister, Elizabeth (18), was murdered only a month before in the very next room they found Eleanor in. The cause of Elizabeth's death had been exsanguination, the act of bleeding out the body. There had also been evidence of rap

The betrayal cut deep. Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her children. "Anna didn't commit suicide. Percy made sure of that. He pushed her from the roof, silencing her forever. All to protect his twisted plans." " Thank you Miss. Rodgers for this vital piece of information. " The police officer stepped forward. " We will be immediately mobilising our teams. "

I was zapped back to the moment the accident happen and back to the land of the living . ©#KCMmuoe All Rights Reserved

The Hipper completed its journey at a village tucked beneath the umbrella of a large glacier. “Okay, farm boy, here we go,” I said. I peered at the peak I had designated for our climb, located a mile across a treacherous frozen lake. “Why do you always have to choose the most dangerous route?” Dresna groaned as I set off. It wasn’t a real question, just an appeal to moderate the pace. “No one has fallen through the ice cap since forever.” “How do you know? Are you some sort of authority?” “We would hear if there were any fatalities.”

“I don’t know, Fatma.” We were walking back to the stairs, and the girls were lined again on my back. Before we could reach the half of the stairs, Abigail grunted as Agnes, accidentally stepped on her long winter cloak. I turned to give them light, but I also lit the hall where the stairs ended. And I caught a familiar figure walking away. “Hold this.” I handed the lamp to Fatma, “Fatma take Edith back in the room. Agnes and Abigail search for Sister Ana, and be careful.” No one dared ask what was happening.

I recognized that she was deliberately buying me precious seconds, and I remained still, letting her buy them. “Beatrice,” I murmured. “Don’t, Elinor.” “Four cases,” I insisted. “What became of them?” “Two were burned at the stake,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper. “One walked directly into the Hollowmere and never emerged. And one survived to be ninety-one years old, outliving every wolf who ever tried to classify her.” She tied off the linen wrap with a firm tug. “Take a guess which one I expect you to be.”

1826 was the year that was listed as the oldest. Gwen made her way to the location of her mother's grave with great care as she went between the headstones. Cremation was the more common form of final disposition among werewolves. However, her mother had expressed a desire for a Christian burial, and despite the fact that there was not going to be a church service, the minister from the Methodist church in Jackson had consented to preside over the graveside service.