Elizabeth And Mr Darcy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Without anymore question, Daniel led her there. Elena was lost in thought once again. Whatever happened to Henry, she prayed that her friend wouldn't get involved with Zachary, something that could endanger his life. After all, they were close friends, and Henry had helped her out so much since they were young. Despite this, Elena couldn't hide her disappointment. She tried to convince herself that what was happening now was her destiny, and that even if she hadn't applied to be a maid at the Dawson villa, she would have somehow met that scary yet dazzling man.

I mutter as I put my fork down suddenly losing my appetite. Elizabeth puts a hand on mine, “I will do my best, Carter,” she says, and I look at her. “I know you will sweetheart; I simply wish you did not have to do this at all,” I reply as I pick her hand up pulling it to my lips and kiss the back of her hand. I feel the sparks between us, and I see the passion rise in Elizabeth’s eyes.

Elizabeth smiled and began reading, “My dear Miss Paulette, What joy upon receiving a letter from someone whose grace, charm, and whit is only surpassed by her beauty. It is a pleasure that I will treasure always. I beg your forgiveness, for I write in haste. Therefore, I write little. My haste is to be certain that this note finds post this evening in order to arrive in time to alert you of my return shortly after you receive this message. When I arrive I beg an audience with you and your brother. Our topics shall be my change in circumstances due to the death of my father, your brother and my dear friend Arthur’s wellbeing, and the possibility of a marriage between us. I dare not dawdle wi

She holds out her hand and I take it in mine. “Your Mr. Darcy will come for you,” she whispers. I smile and squeeze her hand in mine. “Maybe.” I glance at my watch. I have five more minutes. “That is very true,” replied Elizabeth, “and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” “Pride,” observed Mary. “Is a very common failing I believe.” From the corner of my eye, I see something move, and I glance up to find Dr. Stanton leaning on the door frame listening to us both.

to Emily he said, "Could you please tell Elijah that he can go. I'll take a cab back to my place and call him tomorrow morning," Elena began to leave with her sister and Daniel, then turned around when she noticed that Charlotte wasn't leaving with them. She looked back just in time to see Charlotte slid into the chair she'd just vacated, and her heart clutched in her chest ridiculously as she watched Chandler smile broadly at something Charlotte said. Elena looked away immediately. It was none of her business. She barely knew the guy and if he wanted to take Charlotte or any other girl home for the night, she shouldn't care.

“It’s good to be up and about, Mrs. Walkers.” Elizabeth’s mom had always liked me. In fact, she was probably one of my biggest supporters when I got injured, always checking in to see if I needed anything. She waved me inside, but before I could say anything, Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs. My breath caught in my throat. She looked absolutely stunning. Her long curly hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, and she wore a light sundress that perfectly contrasted her pale skin. As she descended the stairs, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was.

But Darcy made him fall in Love with her. Alexander Loved Darcy. Dreamt of a Beautiful Life with her. She was innocent and Loving. She won Hearts everywhere she went. Her Beauty was like a Cherry on Cake for her Beautiful Heart. It was as if her Beautiful Heart was showing on her Face. Everything about her was Beautiful and Positivity. But that wasn't The Truth. They were kept under the Illusion. Whatever she showed them was just a Mask. The Truth was that, she was the Dangerous Beast that had no empathy for Human Beings. In fact she was that kind of Beast that Enjoyed Killing Human Beings.

Eliza acknowledged her father’s condition before hanging up on him. ——- After adjusting themselves to their new room, Eliza walked down the stairs with Eleanor slowly. The house was filled with a lot of furniture but for some reason, it felt quite empty at the same time. Eleanor didn’t feel at home because of it. She constantly held onto her mother’s dress during the entire walk down. The servants assisted them into the dining room. A large table that extended from one end of the room to the other was located at the center with a brightly-lit crystal chandelier at the top.

The men exchanged glances before grinning triumphantly and leaving the club. “Fucking bozos!” She mumbled in annoyance. Meanwhile at Mr. Hill’s penthouse, Lizzie was dressed in a big white long sleeved shirt. Her hair was packed in a bun and she looked out the window of the penthouse with a cup of coffee in her hands, the skyline was beautiful at night. The sound of the door opening called her attention, when she turned back she found Mr. Hill staring directly at her. She turned back at the window and asked Mr. Hill, “Mr. Hill, what are your thoughts on marriage?” She took a sip of her coffee as she waited for Mr. Hill’s response.

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.