Elizabeth Olsen Novels & Stories

Their wedding was probably a very private event, and it was not covered on the news; however, there is no mistake that the woman standing proudly on the stage right now is Kyle’s wife. “Don’t look so troubled. Elizabeth just took over as CEO. It’s like her trial period so it hasn’t even been publicly announced yet. Just like me, she’s following in her father’s footsteps,” Ace explained as he secretly reached for my hand. She’s not that much older than me and she’s already the CEO. If what Ace said is true, then she’s the only daughter of the pervious chairman of Chase Creatives. I stared at the woman who smiled confidently on the stage: Elizabeth Chase.

The elevator dinged just as she was done with her request, so she got out and walked to get her keys from reception. “Thank GOD you called. What is happening? My lines are swamped with calls from the press and new client requests.” Elizabeth chuckled at her friend’s words. Leave it to Liza to get worked up for the both of them. Liza has been by her side since high school and the only real friend Elizabeth had. So when she started up her fashion house, she knew the only one she could trust with the job as her second in charge was Liza. “Don’t worry about all that for now, I have it under control. Now, if you could get those-” Before Elizabeth could complete her sentence, she found herself wal

Elizabeth Powell was tall, elegant, with silver hair swept into a sophisticated twist and eyes that missed nothing. "Emelda," Smith said, crossing to my desk. "This is Elizabeth Powell." Elizabeth extended a perfectly manicured hand, her grip firm and confident. "Ms. Jones. I've been following your story with great interest." "All of it? Even this morning's character assassination?" I gestured to the newspaper still sitting on my desk. Elizabeth's smile was sharp as a blade. "Especially this morning's amateur hour. Victoria Martinez thinks she's playing chess, but she's barely managing checkers."

I reiterated. Grace was staring at me with a face very different from the other two people. Her eyes didn't widen with the figure but rather curious of something else. "Silas, " she spoke to me in a low voice. "What is it that Elizabeth Jones wants with Oma at a family dinner?" "She wants to get her away from Richard, " I explained. "She has not at all made it a secret. She even said that Oma is not the right daughter-in-law to her son and because of that, she wants to create some distance between them."

Elizabeth told Taylor the details without the latter asking. Elizabeth then took notice of the paper in Taylor's hand and reached out to take it before Taylor realized. “A Z-list actress? How could they demote you to a Z-list actress? Weren't you a B-list actress when you were still with Daniel Holt?” Elizabeth intentionally raised her voice, so people nearby could hear her. Taylor narrowed her eyes at Elizabeth, keenly aware of the latter's plan. However, there was nothing much she could do besides snatch back her schedule, as the people around already began talking.

“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?”

"And who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?" Her voice rose even louder as she stepped closer toward Officer Lee, pointing fiercely at him. The expensive perfume around her mixed strangely with the tension hanging heavily inside the station. She looked nothing like an old woman weakened by age. At that moment, she looked fierce enough to fight anyone standing in her way. Officer Lee’s jaw tightened slightly. He was already exhausted from the long hours spent handling Pete’s case, and Elizabeth’s attitude only added more pressure to the already heated situation. "You are Mrs. Elizabeth Deveraux, a mere human just like everyone else in this building." Another voice broke out from behi

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.

I ask, bypassing saying her how spellbinding she looks with her hair in messy waves hanging around her face, wearing a simple black tunic and gray leggings. “Ms. Hills accidentally bought too much at the farmers’ market today.” Elizabeth raises her eyebrows. “Imagine that.” I plow a hand through my hair, smiling. “Yeah, she’s…uh…” “Totally hot for you?” “That’s not how I’d phrase it but…yeah…I suppose so.” Elizabeth chops up a few more pieces of the carrot and adds them to the dish. “I can’t blame her.” She flicks her eyes up, a small smile playing on her lips. Inhaling deep, Elizabeth’s breasts rise and fall beneath her scoop-neck shirt.

Or wondering how someone like me got their beloved CEO into my clutches. It's fake, bitches. I thought. Everything was fake. Elizabeth and Daniel walked over to us, Elizabeth looked stunning as ever in an emerald green gown that just brought out her eyes, completely decked out with various asessories. She looked and walked like she was supposed to be a model not a doctor.