Elizabeth Midford Novels & Stories

All of Tink's tools were smaller than normal due to the size of her hands, making it difficult for him to help her without developing a cramp through the back of his hand and wrist. "We go work now!" Tink exclaimed, gathering up some of the hardware they would need in her arms. Mike followed her toward the front door, picking up all the stuff she dropped on the way. Stepping out onto the front porch, Mike nearly ran into Tink, who had come to a stop. "Hello Mr. Radley." Her hair twisted in a braid, wearing a plain dress was Elizabeth from the Historical Preservation Society. The last time Mike had seen her, she had been in the company of her daughter Sarah. "I was wondering if I may have a w

She had done everything to get Crimson to let go of that woman, but he stubbornly held onto her like gum stuck to a shoe! What had he seen in Elizabeth? She was fat and ugly, with no redeeming qualities. There was nothing likable about her. On the other hand, Celestine Ford possessed everything a man desired in a woman. She was stunning, wealthy, and not only good but remarkable in bed.. She had always been the center of attention, the woman who captivated every man's gaze. She was used to being adored and desired. But still, Crimson had chosen Elizabeth over her. The thought of him being with someone so inferior to her was unbearable.

she said explaining to Rosy as she eye her. Rosy blushed" that definitely not true, Madison is so pretty, look at her she is tall and elegant and her skin glow under the sun, take a look at Tara too, that one look like a goddess so what is there about me that standout when am clearly beneath them, and who the hell is Elizabeth again" she asked after disagreeing with Maria ." Oh, she is not here with us but she is part of the participant, she in the mansion closet to the castle but you will get to meet her today at the banquet"Maria said.

So, everyone went back to their work stations. Madeline was not hungry so she opened her inbox. When she was about to read the content, Elizabeth walked to her. “Are you Elizabeth Crawford?” She asked. Madeline stood up quickly and smiled. “Hello, Miss Snow. I’m Madeline Crawford.” “So it’s you…” Elizabeth started looking at her up and down in interest. Madeline felt uneasy but she still maintained her polite smile. After a while, Elizabeth asked in curiosity, “I heard you served three years in prison because of plagiarism, is that true?”

"But I need this engagement to keep my status as Cornell's fiancée. At least until I deal with my father's family." Elizabeth's eyes followed her the entire way around the room — the ease in her steps, the casual confidence of someone who had walked into enemy territory and decided, somewhere along the way, that it no longer frightened her. Beneath the fury boiling in Elizabeth's chest, something else stirred, thin and reluctant — a grudging flicker of something close to respect. What kind of nerve did it take to walk into the Winchester mansion, drop a woman's most dangerous secret onto a side table like a losing hand of cards, and then stand there smiling like she'd already ordered dessert

When her body became red for sitting in cold water for too long, she stood up carefully to avoid slipping. Anita was taking her out with Veronica, Anita's baby bumps was becoming obvious so she was always getting mood swings that even Stephen could not handle. Elizabeth put on a thin jacket and slide on her boots, she packed her hair in a messy bun. With some light makeup, Elizabeth was ready to go. Elizabeth headed downstairs to join the girls but stopped when she almost got down. The girls were chatting happily and playing, every moment in this house was a moment to remember. Elizabeth felt guilty but she has to leave if she want to forget about her lover.

CHAPTER 10 “Mom doesn’t know where Sir Arthur got moved either. It’s like he disappeared into thin air. You don’t have any contact with his assistant, do you?” Elizabeth slumped her shoulders and shook her head. “I sold my old phone.” Mr. Eldridge wasn’t on social media. So, there was no way she could reach him like she did with Dorothea. And she couldn’t just send a message through the Benzone Telco website either—that would definitely go straight to Martha.

She said and gave Evelyn a sweet smile. Evelyn Forrester. Her ex-best friend from high school who randomly decided one day that Elizabeth would be her rival in everything. Elizabeth was still not sure how they became friends, as they have nothing in common except being heirs from affluent households. Where Elizabeth loved fashion and was hardworking and independent, Evelyn was just a socialite who lived off her parent’s wealth.

OMG. “Mary Madison Evans was the name of a sixteen year-old student who studied in White Knights University that's being suspected of the Nameless beggar’ accomplice. The photo was taken earlier and it shows that they're talking and seems too close— I turned off the Television. It's giving me headache. Where did that photo came from? Why is this happening? I heavily sighed. My eyebrows furrowed when I heard something approaching. I stood up when I heard some siren. I went near the window to check it.

The finest silk humans made couldn't even come close to their standard of material making. "A new batch of these, fresh from the oven. I thought that maybe you would want to taste one before we stored them for later?" Elizabeth had been working for us since Hadeon had bought me this estate. She was there when I had figured out I was pregnant. Through all my cravings, cramps and explosive vomiting, Elizabeth had helped me run this place. Kept it clean and organized when I was too busy with Elliana in the few weeks after her birth. Less than a mother but more than a friend. I smiled warm at her and plucked a quiche from the hot tray.