Elizabeth Olsen Gif Novels & Stories

"We're all here for you. Whatever happens, whatever he says, we're all here." She nods slightly, her lids lowering. She sucks at her cheeks, gulping, then takes a sip of water. Sitting back, her hands on the table-top, she inhales. "Alright. Let's do this." Below the line of the camera, Elizabeth slips a hand over hers. Kirstie takes the other. I mouse over the screen, click the contact button, and the view whites out, then flickers to a face: Klempner. Christ! He's gaunt to the point of emaciation, sitting up to the background of pillows and a bed-head.

Cassandra replied with a shy emoji. “I am thinking of girls. Thinking about you, in fact. Why don’t you send me a picture of yourself!” Gerald had been seduced by Elizabeth, and at the same time, he really wanted to get revenge on Cassandra. He would really like to see how the usual Cassandra would react!

Elizabeth could almost see the features she inherited from Connie and Jerome, and the blood which she hated the most flowed in her veins. Anthony and Nathan's face masks were also taken off and they were included in Elizabeth's video as well. She filmed them using her phone, intending to send it to Connie. As the lighting in the warehouse was too dim, the video was not clear. Hence, Elizabeth turned the lights on so that everything would be clearer. However, Elizabeth immediately realized that something was wrong after this. Something's off! These are not Hilda and Nathan at all! They look the same but they are completely different people!

“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.

He stared at her, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth." Elizabeth coldly stated, "It should be." He was confused at her sudden change of mood. Upon seeing Aleksander's puzzled look, Elizabeth erupted into laughter. "I was just acting. Did I fooled you?" She giggled. General Kius smirked. He never felt this amused to a woman before. "You can fool me in any way you want, Elizabeth."