Elizabeth Pasch Ramsey Novels & Stories

"I can't blame your mother completely like Balthazar ... Your mother, she is a very ... " "Ambitious?" I continued as He looked doubtful. Vincent nodded curtly. "Elizabeth was ambitious and revolutionary. She just got stuck and met the wrong people- Or too right? Depends on how you look at it," he said. He took the large bowl of salad in front of me and divided it into three small plates.

He smiled. Mrs Elizabeth walked inside, the room. She saw the keys on Clementine's hands and she congratulated her as well. "Thanks alot Liz. You mean more than family to me. " Elizabeth was the chief butler for the Hunter's, for more than a decade. Elizabeth is an orphan. She is fifty eight years old, though she looked fifty three or fifty four. She has curly black hair and a neat appearance. She is black and very obedient. According to Mr. Matthew, Mrs. Elizabeth has been working for him, before he even got married. As a result, she was given maximum respect by all workers, staffs, visitors and inhabitants of Mr. Matthew's mansion.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Elsa was puzzled. "not someone with the same name, right? are you talking about the heir of LN Group? Raymond Yates?" Elsa nodded. Melissa took a deep breath, look Elsa, and said gingerly, "do you know that Raymond Yates is a gay?" Elsa widened her eyes and forgot to blink. she was truly astonished.

Why not go find out yourself", the officer replied and Left, Rissa moved forward, "Hey", Rissa waved Mrs Elizabeth removed her glass and smiled at her, "Brown is right, she is the perfect girl for our son, even though she looks rough, but she is still very pretty" "You are Rissa right?"Mrs Elizabeth asked "Yes ma", but I don't know who you are, Rissa answered, "Calm down", take a seat, Mrs Elizabeth said nicely, Rissa did as she said, "I am Elizabeth, and am Brown sister"

"He was barely functioning four months ago. This entire thing needs to be thrown out..." "Your stepfather," Georgina's voice reminded calm. " Was evaluated by three mature physicians. Complete mental competency. Would you like to see the documentation, or should we continue?" His jaw clicked together, but he sat still. Georgina turned pages with deliberate slowness. " The estate of Cyprus Ramsey is valued 3.9 Billionaire dollar. It includes the controlling shares controlling of Ramsey's industries portfolios, and various holdings." She paused. "However, the primary asset, one hundred percent ownership of Ramsey Industries, passes to a single beneficiary."

“I’m Elizabeth. But you can call me Lizzie. Everyone does.” Shit. Wrong move. Not yet. Ramsey took an instinctive step back, staring at her outstretched hand like it might bite him. His expression shifted to one of polite panic. Lizzie’s smile faltered, her eyes darting to me for explanation while she kept her hand politely extended. “I’m really, truly sorry, Ma’am Lizzie,” Ramsey said earnestly. “But I cannot shake your hand.”

“David Brooks and Lisa Ruyan.” Something shifted in her gaze. A flicker. Familiarity? Surprise? I couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I see.” Robert finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. “Lisa Ruyan was quite the star in her day. And David Brooks—yes, a prominent name.” I nodded respectfully. “Thank you, sir.” Elizabeth’s posture relaxed, ever so slightly. “Then I suppose it’s time I start calling you family.”