Elizabeth Afton Voice Lines Novels & Stories

In a high-pitched voice, Elizabeth informed, breathing heavily as her red eyes watched Mauve smile lustily at her. Upon hearing the words, Douglass frowned and clenched his hands into fists. "I am coming for you, Amethyst!" •••

The moment Marietta said those words the elderly man shot his head up. His face was filled with trepidation and horror. Elizabeth pushed herself from against the wall. Turning to Sebastién she said. "Sir…." Sebastién looked at her. She continued. "Is that not the man in this sketch?" Elizabeth asked, opening the sketch to Sebastién. "Is that not Edwin Hoover?" She looked towards the man staring at the young girl in fear.

They both get in and do not say a word. While they are driving, the father says in a low and calm tone, “Your voice is hoarse. Are you okay?” Elizabeth doesn’t respond as she sits up straight and crossing her hands over her legs. She was breathing slowly and calmly, not showing any signs that she was willing to reply to her father.

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

Worry etched across his face, he approached her cautiously. "Are you okay?" Elliot asked, his voice laced with concern. He took a step closer, carefully observing her weary expression. Elizabeth glanced up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and fear. "I... I can't go on like this," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm injured, and I need water!" Elliot's brows furrowed in deep concern as he processed Elizabeth's words. He knew they couldn't afford to waste any more time, as they were still being pursued by unknown assailants. But her well-being was paramount, and he couldn't ignore her plea for help.

“I knew he’d come back! I told you, Zariah! He came back just like we prayed!” “No, girls, listen—” Fedora’s voice was breaking now too. “That’s not him. That’s someone else.” Zariah and Eliana started crying heavily, their voices rising higher and higher. Then another voice joined the chaos. Her mother. “Fedora,” Elizabeth said softly, firmly. “Give the man the phone.” “What... Mom?” “Let him speak to them. I know it’s not him, but let him say it. To give them some sort of closure.”

Of old film. They moved forward. Slow steps. The shape did not move. Did not turn. The lens stayed pointed at them. Click. Click. Ethan spoke. “What do you want?” The shape lifted its head slowly. No face. Only deeper dark beneath the hood. Then a voice. Not Daniel’s. Not the son’s. A voice made of many voices layered. Elara’s. Her mother’s. Sandra’s. Their own younger selves. All at once. “You kept the door open.”

Sybil’s hand flew to her mouth and for a moment she was left breathless, as the image before her indelibly seared itself into her memory. ‘Eli. . . . she looks exactly. . . . It can’t be! ’ ‘Like Faye. . . . ’Eli said. ’She looks exactly like Faye.’ ………….. The English Coast,1794 ‘Mathilda. . . . you are speaking of murder! ’Elizabeth said in a chilling whisper. ’We will be no better than Magnus and his followers!’

As I am standing there, Carter tries to pull me away from the people in front of me when the woman lifts her head and tries to see what is in front of her. “Elizabeth? Is that you, my baby?” the woman rasps out. It was clear she had been choked at some point by the marks all over her throat. They must have been injected with wolfsbane and I can see she, like the male, is in silver cuffs.

"Am I just a partner to you? When did you realize that my consciousness was being manipulated, Liz?" I looked at him resolutely. "From the moment I woke up and saw you. I knew that you weren't the Ashton I knew. The Ashton I know would never say something so cringey." I rolled my eyes. I had been nearly overwhelmed with the urge to knock Ashton out at that time, but I had ultimately curbed the impulse. Different comments began to fill my vision. "Why does Elizabeth sound like she's talking about disciplining her dog? Is this how we're supposed to do it?"