Elizabeth Afton Novels & Stories

a total drenched Elizabeth spoke making serious emphasis on the word mother as she stared into Beatriz eyes. Beatriz didn't mind as she was more than ready to use the shovel in her hand to dig Elizabeth grave that was a long way drive from the mansion. It was their country house and was far off into the east side. Elizabeth gave a laugh, "Aren't you too old to be fooling around, if you were to dig the ground you most definitely won't see my body there because it is me standing before you. I know this is a lot to take in but I never died, infact I wasn't even in the taxi when it happened, I had highlighted a bus stop away from where I was supposed to, the person who had died was the woman who

"Elizabeth, I know that you are sad, but you know that there is something wrong with the phone call. This is not your fault. I know what I'm saying now may not be very pleasant to listen to, but Adele has died. Even though you're sad, she can't come back to life. You also said that your husband and others had been looking for her for so long, and they have given up. What's more, it's raining heavily now..." She had been studying in A city for several years and knew this city well. The river next to A city was very long, and its lower reaches led to the sea. Since they hadn't found Adele's body for so long, her body must have been moved to the sea by the current.

Realizing what was happening through the fog that coated her reality, Elizabeth pulled on the puny bit of strength left within her and kicked wildly. Rather than deter her assailant, this only proved to arouse the captain’s vile intentions to greater heights. No matter how hard Elizabeth tried to prevent it, the inevitable was about to happen. She was going to be raped by the captain of the very same vessel that was intended to provide her with the opportunity of a new life of freedom and safety.

she was depressed to height where she first thought of committing suicide however her thought changed when faces of her four children flashed in front of her eyes, she could not bring herself to commit suicide, but rather thought of another way of bringing back Samuel knight in her and her children’s life, she thought of blackmailing Samuel Knight against all crime that he was secretly doing in name of his fashion business. However she was far away from knowing that this was one of her worst decision of her life, because her decision only leads her to her grave. Elizabeth ended up calling Samuel Knight and threaten him to expose him to media if he dared to leave her, on same night just an ho

The caption went like, [Far from home, glad he is here. One hand wore a coral bracelet. It was Sawyer's, made by Mathilde for his birthday. I had once given him a diamond bracelet, but he sold it the next day, gave the money to Mathilde, and wore her coral bracelet instead. When I confronted him, he brushed me off. "You gave me the gift. How I handle it is my business. Mathilde is struggling here and not well. I'm her friend. What's wrong with helping her? Besides, she made this coral bracelet herself. It's way more thoughtful than yours. How could I let her down?"

Both left the office together. Northstar and Elizabeth landed in the middle of a deserted area, few yards away from a small road. It was already evening in Norway. Elizabeth looked around and she finally spotted Agatha waiting for them, leaning against a rented car. As soon as he noticed them, he waved at them cheerfully. Northstar and Elizabeth walked towards him. When they got closer, Northstar and Agatha greeted each other. “Elizabeth, good to see you too. I am fine thanks for asking,” Agatha said as he laughed lightly.

Somewhere over the ocean, the red ribbon sank with the water. And Maya Torres—Lena Moreau, Élise Gagnon, Clara—gone at last.

“You’re late. Is Lena keeping you?” “I took the long way,” Catherine said. Elizabeth’s gaze moved over her face. “Come,” she said, patting the bench beside her. “Sit before you fall.” Catherine sank down. For a moment, she stared at the grain of the table, tracing a knot with her fingertip. “What happened?” Elizabeth asked quietly. Catherine swallowed. The words felt thick. “At the harbor,” she said. “There was a broadside. From Eldoria. About George and the Drakonhelm princess.”

Sullivan had listened to that recording three times. Each time, it made his blood boil a little hotter. Because Elizabeth had been right to worry. Two weeks after she signed that final will, she died. Hit and run. She'd been driving home from a charity event. A vehicle had T-boned her car at an intersection. Witnesses said the other driver ran a red light, hit her car with enough force to spin it twice, then drove away without stopping. Elizabeth had died at the scene. Liam was still young then. The police had investigated. But the case went cold fast. No security cameras at that intersection. No clear description of the vehicle beyond "dark sedan." No license plate. No suspects.