Elizabeth Door Novels & Stories

Dad says, “you learned years ago that women fight with their heads, not their muscles. Something tells me you’re enjoying this, so stop pretending to be mad.” I poke my tongue out at him. He crosses his eyes at me. Brandy laughs. “I’ve got a spare summer dress in my room, Elizabeth, if you want to get changed.” “Yes, please, I’d appreciate that.” “Come on.” She gets up, and I follow her into the house. We walk along the wide corridor with its light-gray carpets and high windows, pass the tall urn with its Greek figures, and go up the stairs, holding on to the white banister. At the top, she turns toward the bedrooms, counts three doors, then goes inside.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Walking back inside, she passed a few maids tidying up the living room. They greeted her with polite smiles, and she returned the gesture before heading to Ace’s nursery. She found him sound asleep, his tiny hands curled into fists. Elizabeth had decorated the nursery in soft pastels, filling it with warmth and love. Elara stood by the crib, watching her son’s chest rise and fall. *** The concrete walls of the women’s correctional facility felt cold and unforgiving. Elizabeth walked with measured steps, her elegant demeanor unchanged despite the stark surroundings. Her purse was carefully arranged, her posture impeccable - a testament to the

he asked. “Yeah.” She replied, and he nodded. “I was told to stop all of you.” He said softly. “Go out the back door on the first floor. Your key cards were reactivated somehow.” “Thank you.” She said as she smiled and they got in the elevator, and she pressed the button down. “I didn’t see anyone standing there, did anyone else?” “No.” Everyone said.

Oh well, I reasoned, whatever my reservations, on the other side of that door is the hottest chick I had ever seen, waiting for me. I rang the door bell. I heard the footsteps inside as someone came to the front door. It opened, and there stood Elizabeth. My God, she looked hot. She was wearing an elegant black knee-length evening gown, with black high heels, and with a simple pearl necklace draped around her neck. She looked dressed as if she was off to some kind of ritzy cocktail party. She smiled radiantly, her lovely eyes peering deeply, warmly, into mine. I smiled back as my cock stirred in my trousers. She ushered me inside.

Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew. Matthew was over the moon, wearing it all the time, even to bed, unless he had to take it off for something big like surgery. However, I just could not figure out who this well-off, polished man was. He caught on to my puzzled look, but instead of getting upset, he just smiled. "I'm Edwin." I froze. Edwin Gordon? How could that be? I remembered Edwin always had those super thick glasses, like the bottom of a beer bottle. He was the kid who did not have much, always eating just bread with margarine, skinny as a stick.

I told Elizabeth, but she firmly shook her head and walked ahead of me. "No way, Rylee. We are best friends. And best friends are supposed to stand up for each other," Elizabeth insisted, and I sighed heavily. "Fine." I followed her from behind as we walked to a magnificent gate. It was a black gate, but with a smaller wolf head sculpture at the top of it. The cab driver spoke to the tough security man who stood at the gate, and the security man nodded and looked at us. "They are the ones Young Miss Bella ordered for. Come in," the security man said, and unlocked the gate for Elizabeth and me to enter the vast compound.

Including me. "Modern is not just clothing Elizabeth. It's the culture as well. You should only be there a few hours. You will be assigned somewhere here in the west. I am sure of it." Except it sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that. Not me. A heavy thud hit against my door. My driver was here. It was time for me to go.

she whispered. "You're definitely at the right place." Elizabeth smiled as she swiped her access card and led her through the turnstiles to a private elevator in the much quieter part of the waiting area. She called the lift to the top floor, and within seconds the doors sprung open, and they strolled inside. "Why would anyone need a private elevator?" Marybeth wondered out loud. Elizabeth's smile widened. "I asked the same thing when I first joined the Group. But apparently, your father-in-law couldn't stand being squashed like sardines with all the peasants, so he had this built especially for his antisocial ass."

When I got upstairs to her chambers, I knocked at the door but didn't get any response. After knocking countless times, I pushed the door and to my surprise it was not locked. I noticed how her room was fastidiously neat. Elizabeth was not in the room. This means, the information they gave me was correct. But where could she have gone? Narrowing my eyes around the room, my eyes caught with a little note pinned to the wall. The shape at which the thick pink pepper was cut drew my attention and I hurried to the place where it was pinned.

And it ain’t with Mason. “I’ll let him know ya stopped by. Ollie ya wanna come in?” I smiled, turning my attention to him. Elizabeth looked appalled. Ollie chuckled a little as he stepped inside. “Happily.” he smiled. “Have a good night Miss Elizabeth.” he said, closing the door on her face. Oh, that’s epic. “THAT’S LADY ELIZABETH TO YOU!” she shouted from outside the door. I could hear her huffing and the loud clacking of her heels as she stormed down the hall.