Elizabeth Holmes Novels & Stories

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Firash winked at Meredith, but she just rolled her eyes again and brushed him off. "Hi, Meredith." "Not a big talker, eh?" Firash interjected. Ellie shook her head. "No problem, here comes Sam and she could talk a unicorn into becoming a mermaid," Firash noted as a bubbly redhead sat next to Meredith. "Oh my gosh, you're Elizabeth Carter! I'm Sam! Well, actually I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam." "How do you know who I am?" Elizabeth asked in surprise.

Why not go find out yourself", the officer replied and Left, Rissa moved forward, "Hey", Rissa waved Mrs Elizabeth removed her glass and smiled at her, "Brown is right, she is the perfect girl for our son, even though she looks rough, but she is still very pretty" "You are Rissa right?"Mrs Elizabeth asked "Yes ma", but I don't know who you are, Rissa answered, "Calm down", take a seat, Mrs Elizabeth said nicely, Rissa did as she said, "I am Elizabeth, and am Brown sister"

I moved towards her, placing my hand on her shoulder, “El, you can't blame yourself for what happened?” “But…” “She will be fine, Smith has assumed me, she just needs to rest for now,” “I know that Dominica… she has a hand in this. She was standing there….” “Dominica Hawkins?” “Yes, do you know her?” "That is her stepmother… married…” Elizabeth gasped, her hands clamped around her lips, “I didn’t know….” “Do you… Do you think that she did something?” she mumbled. “I know that I saw both of them together, but she didn’t…”

She wouldn’t return for another month. Perfect. The house felt deliciously empty.Isla’s stepmommy Elizabeth, blonde, Botox-perfect, forty-eight masquerading as twenty-five, was likely at another charity luncheon, air-kissing donors and performing concern for endangered sea turtles or whatever cause was trending this week.

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.

"You look like you enjoyed that." Elizabeth whirled around at the sound of the voice. "Who's there?" she said, finally starting to feel a bit of fear. She saw no one; but there was enough fog about tonight that that wasn't particularly surprising. It wasn't all that thick, though, and when the speaker stepped out of it, Elizabeth could see her clearly. A young woman stood before her, roughly mid twenties she looked like, with neck-length black hair and a pair of the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. She had her hands in the pockets of her open trench coat, under which she had on some simple street clothes. But it was her eyes that truly caught Elizabeth's attention, shining like a pair of emera

He asked more, seeing him hesitate. "Pardon my language sir, but Ms Dailey said that Mrs Rodriguez was nothing but your whore. Mrs Rodriguez tried to walk away and get her to leave but Ms. Elizabeth grabbed her and I am guessing that Ms. Elizabeth attacked her. There was broken glass everywhere of Mrs Rodriguez's snacks and drinks"

“She's not better than me. I'm more beautiful than her, I fuck better, I talk better, I'm more classy. Why does Liam never look at me?” “Ahh!!, I want to die!!!”Elizabeth yelled in tears.”Why does no one love me!!!"