Elizabeth Olsen Gif Novels & Stories

“I’m sure they could use a bit of refreshment.” “That would be lovely,” Elizabeth said breathlessly. “Indeed, it would,” Sally agreed. Oliver waited until they were almost to the refreshment stand before pulling Nate aside and scolding him for his foul mood. “Either go after Elise Joselyn or don’t,” he said firmly. “Watching you wrestle with your emotions over that woman is near as bad as it was watching you hurt over Lilith. Come on, buddy. You have a beautiful debutante waiting eagerly for you to return. It’s clear she’s crazy for you and is only waiting for you to ask the question. What’s the problem?”

At the end of the day, everyone was happy. He has a moment of silence before it he door opens again. He expects to see Ethan, but his eyes meet Elizabeth's. She leans against the doorframe and smirks. Her hair is wavy and frames her perfectly oval face. Her dark eyes glint mischievously. She looks stunning. The red dress she's wearing hugs her body perfectly, and her legs are toned and tanned. "Hey, my love."

Elizabeth jogged the first few rounds in her usual fast pace, but when it was the last lap, she accelerated so fast that even Wendy and Jane couldn't see her move but just felt her swish past them. And once again, Elizabeth was there at the finish line, sweating the bare minimum. It's like she did this every day, and it wasn't even worth breaking a sweat, which was.... true. "Compete with me." She heard a voice speak from behind her. Elizabeth wasn't short at all, rather she was very tall at the height of 179cm, taller than Iris and Anya, even though the other two were tall as well but she could feel the person beside her to be taller at maybe 186cm if not more and it was a man.

She scratched her head, scolding herself for that thought, Callan was her son and she could come anytime, but she never thought it would be anytime soon. The last encounter with her was dreadful and since then, she had prayed not to encounter her alone again, but there she was, in front of her with her cat in her hands. "Spare me the greetings—" Elizabeth's eyes scanned Orla from head to toe. Her ginger hair was packed in a very messy bun, her matching pyjamas loosely fitted her and she looked homeless that afternoon. "Spare me the greetings if you don't know the difference between morning and afternoon."

That's the smart way to look at someone when you meet them, yet when we get older, we seem to think of this as intrusive or rude. "Happy Thanksgiving!" Elizabeth beams, giving us all a hug at the same time. I'm squished against Amelia, her six-month-old eyes staring into my older ones. Elizabeth steps away when she feels the food against her. Her hair is long, flowing like soft blond waves. Almost as long as mine; I haven't cared to cut my hair from where it rests at the middle of my back. Elizabeth looks happy; content. I wonder how everyone else is?

Not the way I have. “It’d give us something to do,” I say with a chuckle. Movement flashes across the screen of my mobile again, and I look down just in time to see Elizabeth pull her sweatshirt over her head. She has a tank top on underneath, but I still feel like I just witnessed something I wasn’t supposed to. And fuck, I want to see it again.

Elizabeth handed her phone to Nathan. Nathan almost forgot that he was the boss of a company. Obediently, he took several photos as requested by the young woman and even recorded a video of Elizabeth pretending to ride a racing motorcycle. A small smile appeared on his lips as he watched her amusing actions. “That’s enough,” Nathan said as he handed the phone back to her. “Thank you so much. The results look amazing!” Elizabeth said happily as she looked at the photos. “Get down now!” Nathan ordered firmly.

"Sure" They tagged along, waving to the other employees as they briskly walked in the well-lit hallways. Elsie girthed up in a black and white, Black blazer, white wrap dress white peep-toe’s, soot black leather handbag on her left arm. Lizzie dressed like a nerd she was, white dress, jungle green sweater, her hair was tied in two pig tails and she had glasses on, black doll shoes that made zero noise as she walked unlike Elsie's "tok" sound. Then she kept waving at smiling at other employees. "So, what is it? You look stressed"

The way she worried over Elizabeth made me feel like she was more of a superstar personal manager than simply a secretary. “Let’s make sure that they get some good-looking couple shots of us before we enter the event. Shall we slip in a kiss?” Elizabeth suggested. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach at her suggestion of them kissing even if it was just supposed to be roleplaying. --To be continued…

And yes, that itch to open my sketchbook hit again. The driver opened the door. "Oh my GOD, BOSS!!" I nearly used my purse as a face shield. Theo froze next to me, then slowly climbed out. Elizabeth. Again. She came bounding out from the main doors, wearing a crisp white apron stamped with Rodriguez Manor Staff in gold lettering. Too neat for someone that chaotic. But her smile was the size of a small country, and her eyes sparkled like New Year’s fireworks. Theo blinked. “Elizabeth?”