Elizabeth Seven Deadly Sins Age Novels & Stories

"Rosalia Weaver... Everyone said that the feared mob boss Jared Pierce loves you more than anything else. Clearly, that's just a joke! Do you know? I staged that kidnapping myself. This baby came at the wrong time... After getting poisoned, it wouldn't be a healthy baby even if it were born. All it took was a small trick, and he had already grown not to care for you. Soon enough, he'll divorce you and be mine completely!" Her words didn't anger me as I just looked at her calmly. "If you want that man, take him. I don't want him anymore." I closed my eyes, saying nothing more. Seeing how pitiful I looked, Melody must have decided I was no longer a threat. She didn't push further. And so, I wa

I circled her once. “Pretty enough, I suppose,” I said dismissively. “If you like desperate girls with sad eyes.” Adam’s jaw clenched. “Stop it.” I ignored him. “How old are you?” Elizabeth swallowed. “Twenty-six.” “Old enough to know better.” She blinked. I smiled coldly. “Do you love him?” Her eyes flickered to Adam, then back to me. “Yes.” The word was so soft it was almost a whisper. I snorted. “Pathetic.”

"Elizabeth is an orphan, both of her parents died when she was very young. Her relatives turned on her and she was left to fend for herself and her younger sister alone. "She is only nineteen years old. She doesn't go to school but tries to fund her younger one's fees. All she has is this job and the pay, big as it is, is very little to cover all of their expenses." Hearing that, my heart sank lower into an abyss. How could she be left alone in the world? Not only does she have to fend for herself but her younger sister as well??? The woman continued, her words making me stare at her in anger. "Which is why I am so surprised and confused as to why she would play with her job like this!"

The elders, wise and influential figures who held the stability of Equedore in their hands, were now gathering to discuss my fitness to succeed to the throne. As I entered the grand council chamber, the air was thick with unspoken tension. The elders, their faces etched with years of experience and unwavering loyalty to the crown, sat around the long, polished table. Their eyes, usually filled with respect, held cautious scrutiny as I took my place beside Papa. Elder Elara, her voice usually warm and comforting, was the first to speak. “Your Majesty,” she began, her gaze flickering towards me before returning to Papa, “the recent… incident involving Princess Isla has caused some concern amon

"He's calling Ralph Porter right now." Charli shrugged. "She knows that, but did you hear her? No matter what he says or does, she'll always have that." Her smile returned. "I'll always have it." She tugged my hand, pulling herself toward me and looked up. "Hi, I'm Alexandria Collins. I'm twenty-four years old and I just met my mother. She's kind of kick-ass." I kissed Charli's forehead. "I think I know how you feel. And I'd say her daughter is even more kick-ass."

Why come at that exact moment? My head pounded, my palms slick with sweat. Something was wrong. Something didn’t add up. I swallowed hard. “Does your pack have a witch seer?” I asked quietly, my voice tight with unease. Elizabeth tilted her head, confused by the sudden question. “Yes… we do.” “How old is she?” My tone was sharper, urgent. Elizabeth hesitated, brows furrowing. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her up close. But rumors say she’s very old. Ancient, even. And she walks among the pack sometimes, gathering herbs.”

Diana 84 years. The words hang in the air like smoke after gunfire. The room goes deathly still. Then— A raw, guttural scream tears from Elder Fendel's throat. "Eighty-four YEARS?!" Spittle flies from his lips as he lurches forward, his aged body trembling with rage. "You've been betraying us for decades—before any of us even joined the Council?!" The other Elders recoil, their faces slack with horror. Gasps echo off the stone walls.

He said, “Well, she’s not wearing a skin mask.” Then, he checked her bones’ age and concluded, “The age of her bones is around 80 years old.” Baby Zetty felt as if she was about to faint. “80 years old?” She was merely a young 17-year-old girl at the prime of her youth, yet she had grown old to this extent. Baby Zetty felt that she was carrying a mountain on her shoulders, and she knew she had to find a way to restore her appearance as soon as possible. Otherwise, she not only faced the risk of getting killed by these people but there was also a chance for her to die of old age naturally.

“You're finally here, Mr. Adrian,” one of the welcome party greeted. Quintin had arranged for a special convoy of fast carriages with skilled drivers to expedite Adrian's return. Exclusive coachmen were also provided. However, upon arrival, he found an unexpected additional passenger. Alongside the two coachmen stood another person, her presence surprising Adrian. "What a coincidence," remarked the additional passenger. "You're not riding in this carriage too, are you?" Adrian asked incredulously. Each encounter with Elizabeth left Adrian feeling uneasy. She was a formidable figure, over two hundred and thirty-eight years old—an age that surpassed Adrian's expectations by far. Despite her ag

“Elizabeth, how long have you been here?” “I came here when I was 14, so a little over 5 years now.” Goodness, she was only 19 or 20, practically a baby. “I would never want to put you in a spot, but I am in need of someone to assist me in a different way, and I think you might be the perfect person. I will make sure you are under protection either way, but if you agree, I will use everything in my power to keep you safe.” I paused gauging her reaction. She seemed to be interested. I was sick of Claudis and even Onyx knowing everything about me basically as soon as it happened. It was time I one-upped them again. It was time I kept track of them for once, discreetly, of course.