Elizabeth Midford Novels & Stories

That ought to mean something at least. “What else do you know about Elizabeth? Did she have family?” “I heard she had one, Miss Eve. She used to have one since she was adopted by an influential family here in Manchester. She was an heir to a sect but she ran away after she knew that her adopted father killed her uncle and cousins. She wanted to seek for help, which brought her to Mr. Lucian’s lands, and that was when they developed something.”

That night changed Elizabeth. She felt more comfortable with her own body. The way her skin felt above her bones felt like just how it should've been. Men would stare at her. She was no longer shy about showing more skin and making eye contact with the boys. For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer.

He ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. “There’s one in our marriage book, Madam. There’s a photo of me and my husband there.” “May I see your marriage book?” Nathan asked. “Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll get it.” Elizabeth quickly left the study and pressed the elevator button to the second floor. Aunt Eli had taught her how to use the elevator, so she was already familiar with it. Not long after, Elizabeth returned with a green marriage book clutched tightly in her hands, as if it were the only proof that her marriage had ever existed.

She beamed. “You will never become my wife, you're just a pathetic baby mama. That's all you would ever be." He walked passed by. “Maid, carry her stuff upstairs." His father commanded. “With all due respect Mr Fernando Antonio, I won't. She has hands and we have people to do that, and that's certainly not Zoêlla."She said to him as she walked passed him to the kitchen. Fernando and Jovena stood there for a while with no one attending to them, Edwardo went in for the luggage with the per Ale's order.

She felt cold breeze crawl up her spine and she had goose bumps all over her. She can see through him! In fright, she grabbed Finrod’s sleeve. “Ghost!” “Of course there are ghosts here! This is a ghost town.” Finrod said without glancing at her direction. He was too busy winning a mental combat with Margarette. The ghost was out the window and on the streets. He stepped slowly and silently, toward Ellaine. “Finrod!” Ellaine pulled at his sleeves, successfully getting his attention and unintentionally helping Margarette win the mental brawl.

- those were the last words he had heard from his beloved Willy. Elizabeth Winchester was a slim and tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin, her sister Willemina was the opposite, with golden hair like gold, with blue eyes like the sea, with forms a little more defined than those of her sister, for her beauty and good character had many suitors, but none could win her heart, unlike her, Elizabeth , who was engaged to Robert Jones, a town banker, noble by nature and deeply in love with his girlfriend Betsy, as he affectionately called her.

Who was he to judge me or tell me how I am because no one in this school knows me at all. " excuse me? " I asked and I stood up. " you are just being cold that's all. Many girls would die to get my attention right now and you are like this " he said hitting his fingers on the table softly. " well Adam one. I'm not many girls, my name is Elizabeth. Two, I don't want to be your friend either so stop showing your face to me. I have things I need to do so I will leave first " I said and carried my bag before leaving the class..

Lizzie . What a stunt! And what do I expect? Of course, he's an El Del Real, and everyone wants to know the lucky girl Elizalde will marry. I thought it was going to be simple, but I was wrong. When I signed the papers and stepped out of his car, all the cameras flashed, and my life turned into a fairytale. "Mr. Elizalde, is it true that Elizabeth Amantes will be your wife? When is the wedding? How did the two of you meet?" one of the reporters asked, and many more.

I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I settled my gaze on the Rose bush just off his right shoulder. "Yes, It's nice to see you again." I said. "You as well Elizabeth." He gave a nod then gestured to the women sitting in the white banquet chair next to him. "This is my wife, Tina. She's a nurse." The women gave a small wave with a smile, her perfect white teeth flashed at me showing her status. She must have originally been born in the West division. Her thick dark ringlets were elegantly pulled into an updo. She was slender and well porportioned, with melanated skin. How lucky he was. Many men could only dream to be given a women so beautiful and educated.