Elizabeth Camden Books Novels & Stories

He jerked up and laughed. "She's hard to please, Zalde. What is it about her that you can't get over your first love? Don't tell me you are still in love with her? Damn, Zalde. Plenty of women are out there waiting in line for you. More appealing, famous, rich, pretty, and everything. Why it has to be Elizabeth?"

Alexis ended the call at that. Elena got into the shower, her first shower since she found out about Cameroon’s death. It was soothing for sure. she needed it. She proceeded to change her sheets as well, she had cried and had so many snacks on them that there were visible stain marks on the grey cotton, she yanked off the sheets dramatically as if it signified a new beginning. As she got dressed, she made up her mind to move on. She could deal with a loveless life, she concluded that Love was not for her. Liam AKA Cameroon was dead. She was not expecting to see him in her dreams ever again. She dressed up, putting on some makeup and some perfume, it helped with her sour mood; she locked hers

Two days before... Elizabeth met the infamous Felix Baldwyn in a bar late at night. She had never heard of him, as shocking as that seems. Before the last couple of weeks, she wasn't heavily involved in the business aspect of their lifestyle. She contacted her godfather and told him she wanted to help, but only because she had her own plans, and she wanted to see them through. First and foremost, she wanted to make Damien suffer.

So, everyone went back to their work stations. Madeline was not hungry so she opened her inbox. When she was about to read the content, Elizabeth walked to her. “Are you Elizabeth Crawford?” She asked. Madeline stood up quickly and smiled. “Hello, Miss Snow. I’m Madeline Crawford.” “So it’s you…” Elizabeth started looking at her up and down in interest. Madeline felt uneasy but she still maintained her polite smile. After a while, Elizabeth asked in curiosity, “I heard you served three years in prison because of plagiarism, is that true?”

“Fine.” We talked about so many things. Elizabeth loved crime documentaries and an actor called Gerard Butler. If he recorded a video of him reading out the alphabets, she would watch that. She was also protective of her friends and family. I listened as she spoke between bites. Watching her talk freely was a dream come true. I wanted to tell her about us, to explain my need for her and hers for me. It wasn’t so unusual. It was destiny. I didn’t know how much time had passed until she looked mournfully at her phone.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

On the desk is a computer, keyboard, a laptop, a cupful of pens, and some stacks of files and documents. There’s also an armchair in the corner. All in all, the sight is pleasing to the eyes. Elizabeth is a lover of books so she almost finds it difficult to get her gaze off the shelves. When she finally tears her gaze away, she’s met by confusion. There’s no door in sight. Then it hits her. In the movies, rich men always have secret doors behind their book shelves, or buttons that can be used to open those doors in a secret part of the book shelves.

“You look like her. Elizabeth. Same fire.” Camilla didn’t lower the gun. “Then you know why I’m here.” Calista sighed and crossed to the table. She poured herself a cup of tea. “You want to know about the boy.” “The truth,” Camilla said. “All of it.” Calista gestured to a second cup. “Sit. I won’t run. I’ve been tired for years.” Once seated, Calista began. “Elizabeth was never meant to survive the Program. She wasn’t a killer. But she had a mind that frightened men. She knew where the bodies were buried—because she helped dig the graves.”

“Tsk. Let's not talk about that. Come on.” They continued the conversation as they made their way downstairs and as of the moment Celo is now inside the car, waiting for the two to come out of the mansion. “Where do you live?” asked Dizen. “It's a place you don't know even if I told you.” “And what's business you have here?” “My business...” “Yeah—” “...is not your business. So don't ask.” “Rude.” Eli rolled her eyes when she finally gave in. “Actually, I'm finding, um, job, right... I already said it and, um, a house to rent. Wait, do you know where I'd find one?”

, she asked. This was going to take longer than expected. Camilla decided not to answer any questions about her suspicions and started answering Elizabeth's questions instead. As she described the situation she saw the two men, and she couldn't help but notice how strange Elizabeth was acting. She didn't seem like the type of person who would get involved in such things and neither did she appear like she liked them. That made Camilla wonder just how much the girl knew of the current situation between Kairav and the two men.