Elizabeth Carruthers Novels & Stories

He no longer spends the weekend at home, and whenever I asked, it was always “Elizabeth needs a hand moving some furniture at her apartment.” “Oh, Elaine!” I looked up to see Gary walking up to where I sat. “I’m so sorry, babe.” I almost bought his apology, but stopped short when I saw the woman behind him. Elizabeth Myers. Tall. Beautiful. Slender figure. She was all glammed up; she wore a bright red silk dress that hung tightly to her body as she swayed her hips, and a matching lipstick. “Gary, it’s been several hours.” My voice was low, perhaps from hunger, as my stomach rumbled quietly.

Young Sir Patrick Tellaro yawned again, and observed that the new pair of wheelers that had been put in at Tellaro, were good sized strong wheels, very different from the last pair, which had both of them been touched in the wind. Miss Elizabeth was lost in the Traveller's Guide, and agreed to that without raising her eyes from the closely printed page. She was a pretty young woman, rather above the average height, and had been used to hearing herself proclaimed a remarkably beautiful young girl since the last four years. She could not, however, admire her own beauty, which was of a type she was inclined to despise. She preferred that she'd had and thought the brightness of her gold curls in

“Look there, alongside Tecumseh. There’s a man on a sorrel horse. Why, he looks like your friend—the one who came to visit when I was little. And he looks ill—Mother! Mother, come quick!” Elizabeth Galloway came from upstairs, a slight frown creasing her forehead. She was a tall woman, a little bent now from the hard work of looking after a growing family. Elizabeth’s beauty was fading, from too many babies and too little care. Her hair, once as shiny and golden as Rebecca’s was now the consistency of straw, and her blue eyes looked weary. She went to the door, wiping her hands on the plain cotton of her apron. “Honestly, James! Go and make them welcome!”

"Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with concern. "Wait a minute! Mr Antonio, the CEO of MetaX is dead?" Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is really bad, Poor Seth, what is he going to do now?" Alison said as she sank into the bed dressed with a bubble gum pink bedsheet. "You see, that is the main reason why I'm considering the marriage contract." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers. "Now I get it, Daisy."

I walk with Eliza and ponder many things about Garrett, and the oddly disturbing Mrs. Norris, or "Bathilda' as Eliza calls her. They are so different from everyone yet, also I feel cold chills when associating with them like, both of them are looking at me, waiting for something to happen. What I do not know? Garrett does care for me, I can see in his eyes. Bathilda gives me the creeps, and I swear I catch her watching me with longing. I pray it is just my imagination.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

And I would have enjoyed it! Instead, I give him a sickly-sweet smile and mouth “Whatever you command!” I resist the urge to stick my fingers up at him. Once again, he’s back giving someone else a hard time on the cell, my own vibrates and haul it out. “Emma Anderson.” “Emma, it’s Rosalie … I need your help with some of Mr. Carrero’s requests.” She’s been getting it too, has she? What the hell is with him? “Go ahead.”

Max mutters the last part, but still I heard it. "Like what," I ask already guessing what it might be. "Like killing that Vampire before presenting the case in our court" Li finishes for him. So I guessed it right. "I don't have an access card to go inside" I frown. How are they planning to go inside? Max hand over me an access card of a girl named Catharine. "It's my sister's card. She works here" she is pretty. "That means, you guys are not coming?" there is only one card here.

It was intense that she felt like she wanted to vomit. ‘She really can’t control her temper when teaching’ Catherine thought but it was understandable that her mother wanted this to be perfect. She knew that Anita was thinking of the future career of her students and that she wants all of them to stand out in their own way. “Elena, polish your second arabesque.” Anita once again shouted and she knew that those ballet dancers won’t get their break anytime soon if they keep disappointing her mother. Catherine started to write a story for her thesis to support her hypothesis and to strengthen the foundation of her data. Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about –

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”