Elizabeth Midford Novels & Stories

She had no remorse for her actions. Nate started spending time in the company of Elizabeth Pratt, while Oliver shifted his attentions from the very demanding Alice Smyth to the more amiable Sally McPhee. The Pratts and McPhees were respectable old-time families in Philadelphia. Elizabeth was a pretty little brunette with large, brown eyes and silken blonde hair. Her rosy cheeks highlighted her equally rosy lips that complimented a set of perfectly straight teeth whenever she smiled, which was often. Sally was a little taller and buxomer than her friend. Her dark brown hair complemented her blue eyes and robust complexion in a way that made her seem seductive without even trying. Both Eliza

Apart from seeing her as her teacher, Elizabeth also saw her as a motherly figure. Sure, it reminded her of the days when she was still in the Wilde’s household, but, with each sunrise, she got used to Palio being by her side. However, it was foolish of her to think it would last forever. Elizabeth should have known that her happy time would soon bite her in the back. She is a witch, after all. It was during one of her trips back from the market. She chanced upon an elderly woman in rags breathing heavily against the wall of the alley. Concerned, she gave her an apple, but... “I don’t need that, Miss. I am on the last leg of my life when… I wasn’t supposed to be.” Elizabeth furrowed her brow

that wasn’t her family or mine. Tonight, the pack hall glowed warm with light and music. It was another pack function - the Midwinter Oath - and Elizabeth stood at the centre of it all, fitting into her role flawlessly. It was a bit terrifying. She was beside Anthony, her hand resting lightly on his arm, her posture impeccable. Every motion was deliberate - measured steps, gentle smiles, the soft tilt of her head when spoken to. Her laughter always echoed to my ears, even as I watched her dine with elites. She looked, for all the world, like someone who was born into rooms like this.

She leaned her back against the door, feeling her heartbeat against the cheap wood. The envelope was wrinkled and smudged with oil or dirt, unmarked. No stamp. No address. She stared at it for a long time. Then she sat down heavily and tore it open with shaking fingers. Inside was a single lined sheet, folded over twice. Her eyes darted over the words, scrawled in a jagged, frantic hand she recognized immediately. Elizabeth, please, I know you hate me. You should But I can help you. I have Richard’s location. Meet me Alone, Please. Don’t tell Adam. He’ll kill me, Meet me tonight. Old Port Chapel. Midnight. – Lance

The maid politely spoke as he placed the tea on the coffee table. “ Thank you, Miss?” “ Fiona, Ma'am..” the maid smiled shyly.. “ Alright Fiona nice to meet you I'm Elizabeth..” Elizabeth extended her hand for a handshake but the maid didn't dare Take it.. She glanced at her with a mixed reaction. She couldn't help but be surprised.. She knew Elizabeth was a familiar Actress and never expected her to be this nice. “ I'm sorry ma'am but I can't accept that, now if you'll excuse me I would like to get back to my duties..” the maid didn't give her a chance to say a word as she hurried out of the room immediately.

"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

I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones. Finally I was alone with my thoughts, which is actually not a good thing, now that I think of it. Nathan once said that Elizabeth is the kind of girl you simply can’t forget, you can try but you can never forget what her love felt like. I guess I am not that girl. I can’t ever imagine being that girl a guy would go an extra mile for, the girl that he just can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he trie

“What are you doing, treating him with caution? How dare he be so rude to you?” “I brought someone better. This is Elizabeth Fairchild. The second daughter of Dante Fairchild. She recently completed her schooling in New York and is now a certified surgeon.” The woman went on to introduce Elizabeth proudly, totally ignoring his remark. Taking another look at the beautiful Elizabeth, her proud smile only broadened the more. Yes, this was someone she'd love to have as a daughter-in-law, not a person like Taylor who ran away from home, refused to complete any higher form of education and instead went to acting school.

~DAVID~ Her voice was nonchalant and quiet as she spoke, she held no emotions in her eyes and I knew instantly that she was mad in her own world at me. I managed to shove Becca away from me and grabbed the cup of coffee that finally reached me. "Elizabeth I–" "She's the girl everyone in town is talking about," Becca interrupted me and I hissed, face palming myself. "Good afternoon," Elizabeth smiled plainly at Becca. "Good afternoon, you're more stunning than they say you are," she moved towards Elizabeth and I hated my life immediately.

I never knew gardening would be that fun. Elizabeth nod in agreement, she had become friendlier than she was when I first got here a few hours ago. "Schools don't teach kids that gardening is fun though, but it is. When I was your age, I was always on the farm picking out cotton for my father, that's where I met Eli's grandfather. He was the son of the farmer on the land next to my father and they kept fighting each other on who was trespassing on whose land. They dragged themselves to court and we met there and instead of going head to heads with each other, we ended up falling in love. I was a few years older than him and I was said to have cast a spell on him even my family said something