Elizabeth Midford Novels & Stories

Landon Chambers I was regretting agreeing to come out for lunch with my now sisters-in-law, Elizabeth and Victoria. They were meeting for lunch near my office, so they begged me to join them. I finally agreed when Elizabeth emotionally blackmailed me using her only three weeks old fetus as a tool. When I initially met Elizabeth, she was such a sweet and shy girl, but now that I am familiar with her, she is always trying to irritate me. The fact that Victoria is also here just makes the teasing worst.

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps...

As though the entire city losing its mind wasn't worth worrying about. **** That evening… Elizabeth Hart stared at the engagement announcement spread across her desk. Liam Kingsley and Nora Quinn. Her fingers tightened around her iPad. Twenty-three years ago, she had made sure the child disappeared into an orphanage. And made sure she grew up poor, ordinary, and harmless. Elizabeth had never worried about her until now, Nora Quinn was no longer alone. She had Liam Kingsley. For the first time in twenty-three years, Elizabeth felt uneasy. She picked up her phone, "Send Elara to my office."

It was not hard to spot Elizabeth as a Commoner, though she had fairer skin than most; her skin was too dark for any Noble and every middle-class Family would pour their resources on polishing their daughters so they would marry well and return the fortune back to the Family. Only Commoners had such a skin. The void smile on Oliviér's face began twisting, it twisted swiftly into his star "sweet" smile. "Lady Vivian, Andrew Hill does not know his left from his right even if common knowledge slapped him in the face whereas my new assistant….." he paused mid-way. He turned back to Elizabeth and opened his mouth again. "Assistant, come here and speak to Lady Vivian about your qualifications." El

“You're finally here, Mr. Adrian,” one of the welcome party greeted. Quintin had arranged for a special convoy of fast carriages with skilled drivers to expedite Adrian's return. Exclusive coachmen were also provided. However, upon arrival, he found an unexpected additional passenger. Alongside the two coachmen stood another person, her presence surprising Adrian. "What a coincidence," remarked the additional passenger. "You're not riding in this carriage too, are you?" Adrian asked incredulously. Each encounter with Elizabeth left Adrian feeling uneasy. She was a formidable figure, over two hundred and thirty-eight years old—an age that surpassed Adrian's expectations by far. Despite her ag

he informed her and her face paled out. “What?” “Well, I stationed men within the city to look out for a bleeding girl and by the ocean as well, in case she tried to return. We were fortunate enough to get her,” Edwardo grinned and her face fell. “Oh.”

It's been a year since Elizabeth died. Victoria went to her grave to visit her. After she moved away from New York and away from her hometown, she decided to return to visit Elizabeth. The moment she stepped into the cemetery, tears formed in her eyes. Like Deja Vu, memories with Elizabeth filled her head. They were the best of her life. Elizabeth died at age twenty three, leaving her to face this cruel world alone and it hurt her. There was no time she didn't see anything that wouldn't remind her of Elizabeth. Elizabeth has been a constant in her life and even though she was angry with her and decided to cut ties with her, she meant no harm to her. "Hi Bee," Victoria said once she stood in

"How could you?" "Mama said that she hasn't shopped for five years. All this time, Mama has always been thrifty and thinks ten times about buying new things. But especially today, Mama gave me and herself freedom. I can buy anything. So, I bought a lot of books for study. I want to make Papa proud." Elizabeth's face grew creased when she heard Sky call Edmund Papa. Even though the little girl was her granddaughter, she was the daughter of Alice, a woman she didn't like. The one who could call Edmund Papa was the son of Edmund and Giselle, her dream daughter-in-law.

Nearing to her he looked down at her and spoke. " Do you know who owns this palace"? She shook her head. "That's mine". ****** Later they reached home and at night she changed her saree and sat back on his bed. She wasn't still allowed to go to her room or step out of his room as he said. In these three days, she learned that Ridhima was fired and there was no one at home to work. After getting caught she prayed for her safety and when she heard that she left she felt at peace.

Her milky eyes seemed to look through me rather than at me, and the air felt heavier with her presence. “Yes, Elder.” I stepped back automatically. “Would you like to come in?” She walked past me into my small apartment, moving slowly but with purpose. Her white hair hung past her waist, braided with small bones and silver charms that clicked softly as she moved. Everything about her felt ancient. “You have your mother's face,” she said, “Elizabeth was a kind woman. Too kind for this world, perhaps.” My breath caught,no one ever mentioned my mother. “You knew her?