Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Masen

She dropped the trowel and rushed over without bothering to clean the dirt from her hands. Fortunately, after being abducted on the island a year ago, Marisol had kept up with her fitness routine no matter how busy she was. She caught Elizabeth steadily and nuzzled affectionately against her neck. "I came back to see you." After a tender moment, she released her and looked carefully at the woman's increasingly pale face. "How have you been feeling lately?" she asked gently. Fortunately, Keane had managed to keep the secret, controlling all of Elizabeth's outings and social contacts. He'd actually managed to hide Lucian's accidental death for a whole year without letting her know. But Elizabe

73 BENEDICT “How are you?” I questioned. She wears a bright red trench coat, wrapped a thick white scarf around her neck and finished her look with a brown knee-length boots as she sits right across me while she blows on her hot drink. Her hair was brown now and she cut it really really short, pixie cut. Elizabeth used to have a very long platinum blond hair and this look was new to me. It has been so many years since I have seen her and we all knew she was avoiding all of us, especially Sebastian, because she was scared we’d get her child from her.

just then the door opened getting her attention, she stopped to see who it was and to her surprise, “You?” It was Mason who walked in holding a tray, he was shirtless and only in jeans which made Elizabeth shrink down feeling embarrassed. “It seems you are fond of causing trouble,” the man said sarcastically as he walked to her bed, Elizabeth scoffed and adjusted the sheets around herself, so he couldn't see her. “I saw it all,” Mason said lazily, making Elizabeth glance up in shock. “Didn't anyone tell you never to touch a woman you are not married to…that to a little girl,” she spat out bitterly when he placed the tray on the bed.

But the current scene seemed as if Elizabeth was complaining about it to Liam. Watching the scene, Gwyneth couldn't help but chuckle softly. She then walked up to Elizabeth. "Ms. Lisle," Gwyneth addressed her, "I've recently made some changes in the mansion's staff. It's only natural for them to exercise caution and prevent strangers from entering when they encounter someone at the door."

Adriana’s Point of View The room where Elizabeth awaited her fate was dim and unwelcoming, its sparse furnishings and plain white walls starkly contrasting with the lavish surroundings she had once commanded as Luna. Two pack warriors stood guard at the door, their expressions unreadable but their stances alert. Inside, Elizabeth sat stiffly on a plain wooden chair, her back straight and her chin raised in defiance. Her once-impeccable appearance was fraying; her outfit was wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place, but her pride remained intact.

Beneath the chandeliers and masks, secrets passed in coded glances and veiled threats. I wore a crimson gown with a thigh holster. Adrian was in a tailored tux, every bit the disarming gentleman. “She’ll be here,” I said as we surveyed the ballroom. “She can’t resist power.” A violin string snapped, sharp and loud, and for a moment, everyone paused. Then she appeared. Eliza Morden. No mask. No fear. Wearing white like a bride at war. “You always did like theatrics,” she said, stopping just a few feet away.

the afro-brit said looking at her, she took her face out of a book and beamed him a smile. “That’s because the case we have is interesting” Elizabeth said while fixing her hair, leaving the book in her lap “it also helps that the company I keep is silent, reliable and visually appealing”. The atmosphere changed to playful and coquette. “Well, then I am glad that I can be silent, reliable and visually appealing…” he said chuckling “would being brooding help or break the spell?” “I don’t think being broody would suit you with that beautiful smile you have” her cheeks got a little blushed but with her eyes set on his “better leave the brooding to Sister Margaret.” remembering the nun they had

“No, not from me. We have an excellent masseuse in the east wing. She’s experienced, and she knows what she’s doing. But I don’t mind giving you one.” Liz rolled her eyes and laughed. “That…actually sounds nice. “But I’m going to stick with the lady.” “Good, but you’re missing my divine touch. Let’s get you ready.” Elizabeth laughed so hard she had to hold her sides with her hand. As I assisted Elizabeth in preparing, my thoughts returned to Corinth. I had been expecting Raphael to arrive with some kind of information, something to verify my suspicions, but he had yet to say a word. That either would mean she was being very careful or there was nothing to find yet.”

"Um…. I am Elizabeth Vilré, Sire." The young man parted his bronze-brown lips to speak but was sidetracked by another coming from the room he had just come out from. "Running away already, Master Nicolás?" The voice was familiar to Elizabeth's ears and sure enough it was Lady Constance. The taller She-wolf was clad in the uniform as the young man, her curly white locks were braided and then tied by a black fabric at the end. For some reason seeing the woman ignited an unreasonable spite in her chest.

Kate frowned and didn't waste any more moments before she ran down the hallway and dashed into the room, only to be horrified by the sight of Lucas's cruelty. Elizabeth was stripped naked and tied to a chair; her mouth was tied as Lucas's men loomed over her, while she begged to be touched and satiated. Kate gasped; she could tell Elizabeth wasn't in her right senses, seeing the way she was eager to be touched by Lucas's men. That wasn't something she would do, despite having known the girl for a short period of time.