Elizabeth Seven Deadly Sins Age Novels & Stories

Jenner had even wished death upon her and said she deserved such a predicament. Zoey stared at her icily, and Old Mrs. Jenner trembled at her gaze, but she quickly put on a bold air again. “You think you're oh-so-great now, don't you?” Old Mrs. Jenner looked very energetic, nothing like an old lady who was over 70 years old. Zoey suddenly thought of the phrase “everlasting evil”. Was it true that people who did bad things and felt nothing in their conscience always managed to live a long life? Since they didn't feel guilty, they could live without worrying.

she said, turning back to me. “What?” I asked, confused. “I’m forty-eight years old, Elizabeth,” she said, her eyes serious. “Paris is not something we can both brush under the carpet, that's why I'm here, because I failed trying not to think about it, about you. I want you to know that.”

It was oddly comforting. "I have known Brandon since he was fourteen, Elizabeth. Some things, he told me. Others, I pieced together." Beth blinked, stunned. "What?" "That is the first time you have ever said my name." He gave her a deadpan look. "Fourteen? How old are you?" When he rose a brow, she suddenly winced. "Sorry. That was rude of me." "I am forty eight." Her eyes went wide. "What?! You are a lot older than he is!"

I stared at him, my heart turning to stone. Not a single person in this room had a shred of decency. I had completely underestimated Luca. In the three years I’d known him, he’d played the role of the steady, reliable heir perfectly. He always told me he loathed betrayal. Turns out, he was just a hell of a liar. I looked up, my eyes raw as I met his gaze. Seeing the sudden coldness in my expression, he faltered. "Angelina? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

, Lizbeth was younger than her aunt. But if she called Lizbeth “Sister”, it was inappropriate either, because she said she was Zeilica’s friend. Zeilica was 15 years old, and 12 years her junior. If she let Zeilica call her “Aunt”, Zeilica wouldn’t accept, and she wouldn’t either. Because she wasn’t that old to be called aunt. Although there was a 12-year age gap between her and Zeilica, she didn’t feel Zeilica was a teenage girl, but a mature woman like her instead.

Ella yelled. “Ever since Serena turned Ten, that makes it thirteen years now Ella” Tiara answered as shock and rage was evident on Ella face, “Elena had been killing potential Grand High Witches for thirteen years now” Ella repeated again like she was trying to convince herself. “Elena’s greed has turned her into a monster, why did she know about this girl, she and Thorne are as close as thieves, she should have known about her” Ella asked, wiping the tears off her face again.

But as the memory spilled from her lips, her joy faltered. "I'm finally old enough, yet Keane won't let me go. He keeps me locked up in this house and refuses to let me set foot outside. I'm not speaking to him." Suddenly, Keane's resigned expression from earlier made sense. Had Elizabeth's memory receded that far back to when she was 18 years old? Marisol studied her sulking face. Despite her indignation, Elizabeth's clear eyes sparkled with life. Her emotions were written plainly across her features, making her look unbearably pure and endearing.

The salesperson who had introduced me to the cemetery had written about it online. [A very fair-skinned, tall, and beautiful lady came to buy a burial plot. She said she wanted a grave with good scenery and plenty of sunlight. It was the first time I’d heard such a request, so I asked if it was for an elderly family member. She said it was for herself. I didn’t know how to feel at that moment…] Below the post, a blurred photo of my side profile was attached. The image was not sharp, but it was clear enough to tell that it was me.

The figure remained a silhouette. “There's something about this posture, it reminds me of someone but I can't really put my finger on it” I said, facing Sab. “Let’s work the timeline,” Sabrina said, shifting to her laptop. “Lilith died twenty-two years ago. If this woman were, say, thirty in this photo, she’d be in her early fifties now.” My mind flicked to Eleanor. She was in her fifties. But that meant nothing. So were millions of women. And the woman on the bench had a certain style, but that wasn’t proof.

says Sebil, the Albert wondered "How could they kill her, she's more than just a simple, immortal creature. Half-vampire and a half Lycan, strong as both but doesn't have any weakness. How could she even be killed?" Sebil then starts explaining that: "One of the witches cast a spell on Elizabeth, they're both related to each other. If anything happens to one of them it will happen to the other. The same witch is going to sacrifice herself …" She stopped, then Elijah finished for her "If she dies, Elizabeth will die too." "Exactly!" Says Sebil, "But it's only going to work when the moon is bloody, meaning a week from now." "I don't get it … Why do they want her dead this much?" says one of th