Elizabeth Carruthers Novels & Stories

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I settled my gaze on the Rose bush just off his right shoulder. "Yes, It's nice to see you again." I said. "You as well Elizabeth." He gave a nod then gestured to the women sitting in the white banquet chair next to him. "This is my wife, Tina. She's a nurse." The women gave a small wave with a smile, her perfect white teeth flashed at me showing her status. She must have originally been born in the West division. Her thick dark ringlets were elegantly pulled into an updo. She was slender and well porportioned, with melanated skin. How lucky he was. Many men could only dream to be given a women so beautiful and educated.

She had a stern facial complexion but kind hazel eyes and her clothing was unconventional for a woman on the outskirts, especially one that was surrounded by farms. Her dress was a fashioned green with yellow motives a little more flamboyance and Elizabeth would have taken her for one of London’s elite. “These creatures are hell-bent on being a nuisance” she said extending her hand to Alan. “Well you can handle your own, Claudia” Alan said holding her hand “may I introduce you to Lady Elizabeth Carter member of the Society of Strange Occurrences” Claudia Martin gave Elizabeth a good look “I am glad someone has come here to get rid of these things” she gestured them towards the door of her h

While sunlight played on the dust motes swirling like miniature dancers all around the room, Elizabeth Carrington stood amidst the chaos of the deconstruction, her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield. She knew the changes would transform her family home to a Bed & Breakfast and be another step to rebuilding the town that carried her family name, but there were days when the necessary destruction pained her. The excavation of memories, both joyous and sorrowful, buried beneath layers of plaster could be overwhelming. When she'd returned to Carrington Ridge to bury her father, she'd never planned to stay. She'd expected to do her duty and return to her life as an architect and projec

In Mr. Hill’s penthouse, Markle commenced Carla’s plan to abduct Lizzie. He waited until Mr. Hill drove out and when there were no clear signs of him, Carla’s plan begun. With practice ease, he broke in. He was as silent as a graveyard until he noticed the house was even more silent—the house was empty, not a single soul in sight. Markle was enraged when he figured this out. He dialed Carla’s phone and with anger, he said, “Lizzie’s not here, the damn penthouse is empty!”

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

In Caroline Elizabeth's heart grew hatred and hatred for Grainne. She went straight home in angr, and then sent someone to investigate Grainne's information. She wants to see what kind of person this fox elf is! In the office where Caroline Elizabeth had just flipped through, Grainne was cleaning up the papers scattered on the floor, cleaning and asking the ancestor of that precious lady of the Elizabeth family a few hundred times. You're the heavenly lady, you just need to destroy it jubilantly, and I'll be in charge of cleaning up the battlefield.

she taunts watching Carter for any sign that she is getting to him. “Ignore her Elizabeth,” Carter says through our mind-link, but I am consumed with this woman’s words. “Carl deserved you. He was a part of breaking you. He had waited long enough. Why he waited until you were eighteen always confused me. Yet here we are, in a mess,” she says nonchalantly.