Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Door

Elena looked around in awe. "This is enough to expose everything." "Not yet," Elizabeth replied. "The most important evidence is deeper." --- They reached a massive steel door. At its center... A keyhole shaped like a tiny crown. Elena slowly removed the silver key. The moment she inserted it— Click. Ancient gears rumbled behind the wall. The door slowly opened. Inside was a much smaller chamber. Only one cabinet stood at its center. Upon it rested two sealed envelopes. One addressed to Elena Hart. The other...

8:15 PM. Elena stood outside James Knight's Upper East Side residence and looked at the building. Four stories. Private entrance. Stone facade that had been here longer than most of the people inside it. Two men at the door who carried themselves in the specific way of men who were not simply security guards but something more deliberate than that. She touched the wire beneath her shirt once. Felt it there. Solid and real. Then she adjusted the catering bag on her shoulder, straightened her Brooks Events uniform, and walked toward the entrance.

Elizabeth had set up shop a block away from oxford street, which would help with ‘customers’. The place had a large window glass, giving a good view of the street, with letters painted on it reading: Society of Strange Occurrences; the door was beside the glass and it was painted green, as it was Elizabeth’s favourite colour. It was a two-room establishment, the first one was for people to entertain people that came in with their supernatural problems; It consisted of a desk and a table with chairs on the side.

“I want to see what’s happening inside.” Old Allistair was quick to come around and stand next to her. “That might seem impolite, madam. Don’t you think?” “I know. But I won’t be able to make a good decision until I see this for myself.” Allistair had no other choice but to agree. He always agreed with the old madam. Elizabeth left the hall and walked down the hallway, she remembered Juliette and that servant rushing to. She finally came across a door that seemed to wide open and peeked inside.

She sighed, although the fear of returning into such a sinister nightmare alarmed her but she could not control her dropping lids…. Knock! Knock! "What? Huh!" The sudden banging against her door, jolted her back awake. She panicked once more before calming herself. She looked towards the door, getting up from her bed and stalking towards it. Elizabeth acted smart and leaned her ear against the door. "Who is it?" She asked loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear. "Madam, I am Calista, I have a message from Mr. Thompson for you." Elizabeth did not know who this Calista was, but she knew well Mr. Thompson. This was the lowlife pervert bar owner who also owned the room she rested in.

he spoke as he placed the phone on his ear. "Yes sir. I didn't know. I'm sorry sir. I will direct her now." The gateman said as he spoke to Mathew on the phone. He gave Elizabeth back her phone and apologized to her before directing her in. "Just go straight down then go left, you will see a water fountain, in front of it is the main door." He explained to her. "Thank you." She said with a smile as she made her way in. "I'm sorry once again." She heard the gateman say as she walked him and with a smile she told him to worry not about it.

Elizabeth sits quietly and watches, she needs all the information she can get, she can’t let this person know that they are on to them. When she sees that the person in the shadows moves to come back out the door Elizabeth quickly steps back and into the shadows. She can’t let this person know she is onto them, when she seems the shadow of the person continue down the hall and making their way to the main door and out towards the housing, they set aside for all the visiting packs.

"Go in, cousin, I cannot explain it to you on the door step" She saw his coachman leading the horses round to one of the barns at the back of the house. Her eyes darkened with suspicion. "Where is Patrick?" "For God's sake, Elizabeth, let us go in! I will tell you everything, but not before this woman!" She looked down at the deaf woman, who was still holding the door, and nodded and smiling at her, and then stepped over the threshold into a narrow passage with some stairs at the end of it. Bartholomew Tellaro threw open a door and disclosed a low-pitched but roomy apartment with windows at each end, which way evidently the parlor. Elizabeth went in without hesitation, and waited for him to

She wanted to think of something else. There was no guard. She looked over her shoulder. Bianca was holding his hand and saying something gleefully. Tears sprang into her eyes. She swiped the back of her hand on her cheeks. After several steps, Elizabeth pushed open the mahogany door. There was no expensive rig but white marble floors, a bed covered with white sheets and a dark wooden cupboard and another mahogany door that she assumed was a washroom. "You don't need a lot of stuff." She turned to her. Her haughty smile was on display. Her green gaze was promising only painful life.

Edde said headed to the stairs. "Do you complain when Sadie asks you for anything?" "Elizabeth please don't start a fight now!" Edde said slamming the room door shut as Elizabeth groaned loudly falling back to the couch and switched off the TV, she rested angrily on the couch babbling inaudibly to herself fuming in anger. "If not for my reputation and fear of God I would have just stabbed that dick to death, such a punk!" She groaned as the doorbell rang, she looked around and noticed that none of the workers were around. She sluggishly pulled herself up as she dragged her feet to the door and pulled the door open to see a rough looking young man standing.