Elizabeth Carruthers Novels & Stories

Said Carl. Xander placed his arm on the table, “do you know any Elizabeth Hemsworth?” Carl glanced at me, then back at Xander. “You know her.” I nodded, “yes, we do, Carl. Do you know her too? This is why you are really here.” Shifting uncomfortably on the chair, Carl cleared his throat. “I don't know if telling you both about this wouldn't ruin my years of handwork and planning.” Xander hissed impatiently, “I will explain something really quick. None of us is interested in knowing about you. But, the forementioned name is known to the three of us, and if this would put you at ease. She married my late father.”

he demanded. "That was a long time ago." "Have you given up on those intentions?" Elizabeth was agitated. "But Carl, I like you. I can't force myself not to feel that way. I just feel that it's weird. "Surra is a single mother. How did she manage to capture your attention? Also, are you willing to accept the children she had with another man?" "That's none of your business." "You're such an amazing man. You could've found a better person. Why?"

“But we got that startin’ point ye were after. Elizabeth Caldecott was a witch, an’ that boat was cursed good an’ proper.” Agnes’ eyes remained on the script. ‘Elizabeth Caldecott, eh? Let’s see where that takes us.’ Maud was brooding beside her. “To no place good, I suspect.” As always in such matters, Maud turned out to be quite right. *** Beatrice’s Smartphone rang out shortly after her discussion with Thomas had concluded. As always, her heart lifted when she heard the warm, mischievous voice of Maud coming through the speaker grill. “Ye need to be stayin’ up past yer bedtime, me girl,” Maud said. “I got some info for ye.”

And then I realize the boxes of valuable family heirlooms aren’t in the living room anymore. I can’t move. Not yet, not while my mind is going a million miles an hour. Elizabeth wouldn’t steal them. She’s not a bad person. She’s not a con artist or a thief. She’s Elizabeth, a quirky girl from Chicago who likes paranormal romance, drinking tea, and looking at the stars. She’s the woman I love.

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

She was born to Noemi and Joseph Rey, a young couple who lived close to Noemi's mother, Roselle. Roselle was a retired high school teacher whose husband died some twenty years ago in a car accident. Kara was beloved to her maternal grandmother, who insisted on naming her after her best friend, who had also passed away.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

Adriana’s Point of View The room where Elizabeth awaited her fate was dim and unwelcoming, its sparse furnishings and plain white walls starkly contrasting with the lavish surroundings she had once commanded as Luna. Two pack warriors stood guard at the door, their expressions unreadable but their stances alert. Inside, Elizabeth sat stiffly on a plain wooden chair, her back straight and her chin raised in defiance. Her once-impeccable appearance was fraying; her outfit was wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place, but her pride remained intact.

The man who had spoken to him, couldn’t waste more time as he immediately turned the door knob. Elizabeth readied herself for a fight. Even though she wasn’t one who was skilled in fighting, she still have the werewolf blood that gift her the talent and power over the humans. Starvos watched the door opened and grinned. The men turned their faces back at him, as though in anger and in a puzzle. “As my fiancée had told you, no one is there,” Starvos stated for Elizabeth to also look at the empty carriage in surprise. “She must have had escaped!” Yelled the other man.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema