Elizabeth Camden Books Novels & Stories

Elizabeth was raised by her mother, her father had died when she was a baby. There were no pictures of him in the house and bringing him up left her mother in tears, so she hadn’t asked about him in years. He was always on her mind though, like there was some link there she couldn’t understand. Was that the voice she always heard in her head? Was her dad reaching out to her? Was he even dead? She quickly put those thoughts aside. “That’s just silly’ she murmured to herself “he’s dead, people don’t talk to the dead...normal people anyway”. Elizabeth had always felt something was different about her she could just never put her finger on what it was. Her birthday was two days away and she was

I won't touch you. And if you still want me to go, I will go and I promise you that I won't touch you ever again till you beg for it." "You are kidding right?" She let out a small laugh. "I'm not," be said with a serious looking face. "You won't do that. I know that for sure. But you have to leave so goodnight my love," she smiled at him and closed the door. She heaved a sigh of relief. It was hard for her to keep her hands to herself while having him close to her. The next day Elizabeth already knew what she had to do and she had decided to visit Smith technologies and disgrace Victoria. She would make sure to call her name and let everyone think and see her as a pretender. She wasn't goin

She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. “There’s one in our marriage book, Madam. There’s a photo of me and my husband there.” “May I see your marriage book?” Nathan asked. “Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll get it.” Elizabeth quickly left the study and pressed the elevator button to the second floor. Aunt Eli had taught her how to use the elevator, so she was already familiar with it. Not long after, Elizabeth returned with a green marriage book clutched tightly in her hands, as if it were the only proof that her marriage had ever existed.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

Lucifer Camphell's face appeared in every Business Magazine and also once titled the sexiest man of the year. "I think he just expressed his gratitude," Alina ignored Leon's pointless statement. There was no way such a prestigious man would fall for a mere doctor. "Besides, he has a child and he is also a divorcee." Dion observed all the worthless gossip between those two. He felt an inexplicable jealously hearing about Lucifer giving off such pricy things to Angela. He knew Angela wouldn't accept those gifts, but he couldn't help himself from feeling dejected. Angela did not even mention the gift instead he had to hear it from someone else's gossip. Did she really see her as a friend or wha

Just as Bonnie said those words, Elizabeth looked over and saw a large book with a cat silhouette and three red diamonds playing across from each other. There is something about that book. Elizabeth pondered before reaching her hand out to conjure the book towards her. “ What are you doing?, “ Following your suggestion. Elizabeth answered. Doing a little research. Elizabeth used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “ Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “ I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,”

Elizabeth asked excitedly. “That is a little complicated,” I said as I shared how Cami had vanished after Jackson insulted her earlier today. “Why would he insult her?” Elizabeth asked, confused. “She is his mate, and apparently he does not want her because she is a witch,” Julia replied innocently.

Elizabeth’s living room settled into a delicate quiet, broken only by the baby’s soft coos and the gentle tick of an antique clock on the mantel. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed her skirt, decades of stolen life weighing heavily in the air between them. “You must have so many questions,” Elizabeth said, her voice carrying the weight of unbearable loss. “About what really happened. About her.” Damian sat on the couch beside Elara, who was still cradling their son. His eyes hadn’t left the baby’s face, as if memorizing every detail he’d missed. “Start from the beginning,” he said, his voice tight. “Start with how Serena stole everything.”

It had her bitterness, her cadence, her shallow brand of cruelty written all over it. And it burned. God, it burned. I didn’t cry at first. I sat still on the edge of the hotel bed in silence, wrapped in one of the white robes with the Deva crest embroidered at the breast. The city below Florence shimmered golden, unaware. My phone buzzed every three seconds. Mentions. Alerts. Messages. Pings. Elizabeth had called twice. I hadn’t answered. I opened the article again. Stared at the line. She’s not modeling - she’s marketing her body.

Elizabeth replied. What felt like the nth time, she took a deep breath, wishing she would just leave and give her some peace of mind. But it seems it wasn't happening. “Are you and Icen Clayton Blackstone a thing?” Elizabeth asked out of nowhere. Ember resisted to roll her eyes heavenward. So that's why her Mom had been treating her better because she was thinking she got herself another man better than Thunder. To top that, he was richer and more good looking than her ex-fiancé.