Elizabeth Sturniolo Novels & Stories

Evelyn stood up abruptly and reached for my arm, tugging me gently but firmly to my feet. “Then don’t act like one,” she said sharply. “Because if you don't want to talk like cornstarch, you don't have to sit around hiding, moping around. You have responsibilities.” I blinked, stunned. “I'm not moping around…” “If you want to be Luna, act like Luna,” she snapped, stopping me. “Not some girl hiding in the corner, waiting for someone else to steal her life. Force his respect, Sienna. Claim your place. Because when you stand tall, no other woman can reach high enough to take your crown.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

“What am I going to do with a mate that can’t shift?” His eyes flickered to mine. They were nothing like they’d been before: all the gentleness and warmth had been stripped from them. They were no longer the eyes of an enamoured stranger. They were the eyes of a man who had been wronged. My breath snagged in my chest. “I can fight in this body,” I said, desperately trying to stop my voice from wavering. “And I can organise, and strategize, and plan–” Ryker snorted. “She’s lying, Enzo. She’s no Luna. She’s an Omega, for God’s sake. All she’s good for is cooking and cleaning – and even then she’s no Nigella Lawson.”

"No. He's fiancée. Her name is Viola Santangelo." Elizabeth froze. Viola? Idris noticed her hesitation and carried on with the questioning. "Let us see the injury." Slowly, Leonie removed the bandage while Idris and Elizabeth were waiting impatiently. When the last of the bandage fell off, Idris looked away. It was bad. Grisly even. "What is that? That's not a werewolf bite." Leonie shrugged. "That's because she's not a werewolf." Elizabeth answered and sighed.

Luciano replied coldly. "But with the amulet-" "She will have control. Yes. But what is the one thing worse than chaotic evil? Controlled evil." "Milly is a good person. She would never use her power for evil," I replied. "That's what they all said 300 years ago when the amulet was last seen on Stella turf..." Luciano muttered under his breath. "Elizabeth is a kind girl, Elizabeth would never..." "Who's Elizabeth?"

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Thankfully my hair is all-natural, unlike Steph. "Are you okay?"I asked Carmen. We were sitting at the bar. She was calming herself down with her fourth gin and tonic. "I've never been better actually. She deserved everything she got after what she did to Ethan. All this time she was just as fake as her hair."She threw Stephanie's extension towards me on the bar and chuckled."I always hated her." "I think it's safe to say that she's not coming to your wedding now. She's probably already called Ethan and told him."

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.