Elizabeth Pasch Ramsey Novels & Stories

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Walking back inside, she passed a few maids tidying up the living room. They greeted her with polite smiles, and she returned the gesture before heading to Ace’s nursery. She found him sound asleep, his tiny hands curled into fists. Elizabeth had decorated the nursery in soft pastels, filling it with warmth and love. Elara stood by the crib, watching her son’s chest rise and fall. *** The concrete walls of the women’s correctional facility felt cold and unforgiving. Elizabeth walked with measured steps, her elegant demeanor unchanged despite the stark surroundings. Her purse was carefully arranged, her posture impeccable - a testament to the

- those were the last words he had heard from his beloved Willy. Elizabeth Winchester was a slim and tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin, her sister Willemina was the opposite, with golden hair like gold, with blue eyes like the sea, with forms a little more defined than those of her sister, for her beauty and good character had many suitors, but none could win her heart, unlike her, Elizabeth , who was engaged to Robert Jones, a town banker, noble by nature and deeply in love with his girlfriend Betsy, as he affectionately called her.

"I heard some of my old Hyperion cronies were in the vicinity, so I just had to stop by." I narrowed my eyes at him but said, "It's nice to see you stateside. The last I heard you were off to Paris." "I was," Berger said. "And it was all cafe drinks and beautiful parties until the Ramseys came to town. Did you know that Ellison Ramsey not only speaks French but also Italian and even some Arabic? She completely blew me away at an art auction. I almost lost my whole fortune just to keep hearing her translate art titles for me." I blinked, confused, until I saw Berger catch himself and turn self-consciously towards the beverage table.

She met him halfway. "Are..are you the one mr Ian sent to bring me to his office?" Ma’am Elise asked. "Yes. And you must be ma’am Elise.” Ramsey flashed her a friendly smile. "Oh yes! I am Ma’am Elise and you are —“ She waited for him to fill in his name. "Ramsey.” He replied. "It is nice to meet you.” Ma’am Elise smiled. "Same here. Please this way.” Ramsey smiled brightly.

I am sick and tired of being that friend who is a constant cheerleader and always happy. Because I am not happy. Elizabeth hated Hank. She keeps insisting that Hank led me on and then, just ghosted me and how I was too blind to see something like that. 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.

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

He asked more, seeing him hesitate. "Pardon my language sir, but Ms Dailey said that Mrs Rodriguez was nothing but your whore. Mrs Rodriguez tried to walk away and get her to leave but Ms. Elizabeth grabbed her and I am guessing that Ms. Elizabeth attacked her. There was broken glass everywhere of Mrs Rodriguez's snacks and drinks"

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

He was the one who had helped keep my identity hidden this long. “Whoa, whoa—what’s really going on here?” Erik asked, rubbing the back of his head. Ryan and I were still locked in a silent stare when Elizabeth appeared in the doorway. Hunter turned to me instantly. “What’s she doing here?” he asked through mind link. “Apparently, Ryan hired her this week as our maid,” I replied through mind link to both Hunter and Erik. Erik’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “S-sorry, am I interrupting?” Elizabeth stammered. Ryan’s tone softened immediately. “No, not at all. This is Hunter and thats Erik.” Said Ryan while he pointed at Hunter and Erik.

Julieta added. “Well, since I'm new here, I would like you to fill me in with everything I should know.” Elizabeth said as she walked over to her desk. She smiled seeing the nameplate that has her name boldly written on it. Elizabeth Presley— chief marketing officer. She ran her fingers gently on the nameplate. How quickly could the old Mr. Presley be in making a nameplate for her. She wonders when he got it done. “Yes ma'am, I will do just that.” Julieta quickly replied.