Elizabeth Darcy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Father nods, “of course. I am looking forward to the event.” “And, Dante,” Eliza glances over at me, “you are bringing someone aren’t you?” I gulp, why is she always so insistent on me having a woman on my arm. To be honest I am sick of women on my arm, always some airhead who is only after my wealth and title. I want to be with a real woman who is intelligent, warm, caring and who actually loves me back.

I hadn't eaten since they brought me here. “Eating like a pig, exactly where you belong” Cory snickered mockingly. I stopped eating and glared at her. She laughed heartlessly at my reaction and hissed. I continued to stare at her, trying to think of a way to get away from this place, from her. “Your stares won’t harm me, Darcy. Don't you know that? I have everything you could only dream of, everything you ever longed for but would never taste like motherhood, my son..”

Still it didn't stop me from hating him. I returned back to the book and was surprised even more, Elizabeth described sex with Xander as making love but enjoys Damon thrusting better. This woman! I can't believe she is still the Elizabeth at the mansion or all this we're just lies to ridicule her person. Well... You don't full know a person until you read a book about her.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

Douglass never reacted otherwise, he silently watched as she was cheesing off. "Eliza…!" "DARCY!" Elizabeth growled, expressing every letter in 'her name' as if she wanted to break them. "My name is Darcy!" She rectified and said through her clenched teeth as she clenched her hands into fists. It was clear that Liam's scent was hanging in the air with intensity and unfortunately, Elizabeth collided with it everywhere her head turned— making it hard for her to breathe. Her eyes widened with indignation that immediately trailed down to the rest of her body— filling her veins, enslaving them to absorb poison that was making her heart beat as quickly as a flash.

Elizabeth said. "Oh," Darcy said in a low voice. "May I ask what she finds to her tastes?" With a flirtatious smile, Elizabeth leaned closer and said quietly, "She prefers an honorable, passionate gentleman who despises deceit, whose stare makes her weak, and whom she can trust with everything." Darcy closed his eyes a moment. "May we please leave, Elizabeth? Your words deserve a proper thanks that I cannot give here." "I believe that I am quite fatigued with the company, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said. "And I think I would prefer a quite improper thanks, if you so please."

“I guess I didn't prove a point the last time." “Mr Gray, Daniel is…” “Don’t,” he snapped, stepping closer. “Don’t you dare say his name to me.” My back hit the wall, but I refused to shrink. “You don’t own me.” His laugh was harsh, humorless. “Don’t I? After everything we’ve done? After everything you’ve let me do?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my cheek. “Tell me, Elizabeth. Can he fuck you like I do? Does he make your heart race the way I do?”

Elizabeth advised wisely. “Rather than getting hurt and disappointed later, I’d rather not let myself develop feelings for him,” Aliya replied. The flower had not even had the chance to bloom before it had to fall. “Smart.” Elizabeth laughed inwardly when she saw that Aliya was not forcing herself to win Nathan over. Why had she become like this? Elizabeth had no relationship with Nathan whatsoever. Yet, for some reason, she felt such a strong dislike whenever she imagined the man having a wife. After speaking with Aliya, Elizabeth turned her attention back to the religious marriage ceremony.

Before I could even understand what was happening, someone yanked me up and shoved me into the rear compartment of the car. "Get in there, you filthy bitch!" That voice. I knew it instantly. Eliza. I fought past the blinding pain, forcing a strained whisper past my lips. "What... what are you doing?" "You don't deserve him!" she spat, her eyes burning with hate. "The one who should be marrying Greyson is me. You don't belong in the Winslet family!" "Please... just take me to the hospital..." I gasped, every minuscule movement was a fresh spike of agony that threatened to swallow me whole.

Elizabeth said as she started unbuckling Edward’s jacket. “Doesn’t look like it to me” he swallowed his saliva as he stared at the woman who was trying to seduce him.. “I don’t like Hannah, I want Isabella for Brandon, so you are going to tell Brandon to marry your daughter, he won’t be able to say no because of how much you’ve invested in Colby co,” Elizabeth said as she removed his sleeve and bit her lips seductively. “What if……..”