Elizabeth Carruthers Novels & Stories

He turned his wife in his arms, rubbing her back in circles, "I love you. We will all be ok. This is the safest place for her." "I know," Cindy replied, tears falling from her cheeks. "I know," she cried laying her head against his chest, trying to find comfort in Carl's arms. The Academy... A pile of applications sat on a large ancient desk, scratches marking the wooden surface, telling of the history of the piece. The headmaster sat at the desk shifting through the list of names, making notes as he shuffled the papers into separate piles. "I don't see Elizabeth Carter in the pile," a voice observed from the other side of the desk as he shuffled through the papers that had been sitting on t

I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones. Finally I was alone with my thoughts, which is actually not a good thing, now that I think of it. Nathan once said that Elizabeth is the kind of girl you simply can’t forget, you can try but you can never forget what her love felt like. I guess I am not that girl. I can’t ever imagine being that girl a guy would go an extra mile for, the girl that he just can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he trie

Tonight. Come back to the underground city. I'm calling the third team back as well. We'll include Tensel and come up with a plan. In the meantime, I've got two women here that need healing. One needs to go directly into the healing grounds. I think we have solved the mystery of the disappearance of Elizabeth Terry. There was silence. Elizabeth had been legendary in the ancient world because she could restore emotions to those warriors at the very end of their ability to continue. She hadn't exactly restored them, so much as lightened their burdens for the time in her presence. She'd smiled and the world had seemed filled with joy.

He smiled. Mrs Elizabeth walked inside, the room. She saw the keys on Clementine's hands and she congratulated her as well. "Thanks alot Liz. You mean more than family to me. " Elizabeth was the chief butler for the Hunter's, for more than a decade. Elizabeth is an orphan. She is fifty eight years old, though she looked fifty three or fifty four. She has curly black hair and a neat appearance. She is black and very obedient. According to Mr. Matthew, Mrs. Elizabeth has been working for him, before he even got married. As a result, she was given maximum respect by all workers, staffs, visitors and inhabitants of Mr. Matthew's mansion.

Kira couldn’t help but laugh. Elizabeth came from a family of doctors. Several large hospitals in Hemsworth and Skyrim were owned by the Bright group. Elizabeth was also proficient in pharmaceuticals and medical skills, so it would be very easy for her to hurt someone. “Actually, I do have a favor to ask of you two.” Elizabeth and Aviana said, “Sure, go ahead!” “Actually, it’s…” Kira cleared her throat. “I want the Dante Chair that William had Elizabeth bid on at the last auction.”

“She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.” He grabs my hand. “No,” says Robert, softly. Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me. “No?” he says, his voice equally quiet. Robert nods at me. “Who is she?” I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—” “Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

Kael’s voice was grim. “We need to find her. Fast.” Silas worked through the night and called us Tuesday morning with his findings. “Elizabeth Cross is a ghost. No birth certificate, no social security number, no official records of any kind in the United States.” He sounded frustrated. “The name is either completely fabricated or she’s operating under deep cover.” “What about Carol’s death?” I asked. “Officially ruled natural causes-acute myocardial infarction. But I reviewed the autopsy report. The medical examiner noted some unusual findings. Elevated potassium levels, signs of rapid heart failure. Could be natural, or could be induced by certain toxins.”

Regardless of how many casualties it costed me. Regardless of taking sacrificing Dimitria to achieve this goal that Elizabeth had. It would go off and then...then no one could truly stop us. We were truly working to design and control fate. Bend it to our will. We already had sacrificed one unlikely soul to the cause. Carrie—she was necessary though. She had been us all back. Especially Elizabeth. Carrie had been holding us back for too long, and fuck up after fuck up, she never could kill her own daughter. She never had the backbone.

I lean in and hug her, feeling like she really should have told me though, as Christian pats her shoulder as though she were a puppy. “Three musketeers babes, we shall drop all man chat, although we can ogle all these sexy butts. I mean how many good-looking men can you get in two families? Woof woof!” He’s almost breaking his neck to watch the progression of two Carrero relatives walking by in all their tall dark-haired glory, with sexy square shoulders and that hint of Jake and Arrick about them. He has a point. I notice Alexi Carrero, one of the cousins, sauntering by with a glass in each hand as he heads towards Arry and Nathan in the corner and catch a smile directed my way. I smile bac

“If that is all... I would like to be left alone. Thank you erm…Catherine or whatever…” “Of course…” Catherine’s teeth clenched. She glared silently behind Eleanor before she turned and walked out. Once alone, Eleanor strolled in the room taking in the setting of things. The room was different from the ones she had been put into when she was kidnapped but equally nice as others previously. She stepped into the bathroom ready to scrub herself until she was certain to have wiped off the traces of werewolves in her. But when she remembered she was stuck with them, she sighed sadly and began to rid herself of her clothes.