Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Cox said with a smirk then she called the attention of one of her staff and whispered in her ears, “Get me Lizzie.” Shortly, an attractive looking lady approached them. She was dressed like a slut yet she looked divine, ethereal, immaculate. Mr. Hill couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was shorter than him but had curves in all the right places. Her skin was pale and her hair was long and wavy, falling down to her shoulders in soft waves of blackness. “She’s all yours Mr. Hill, enjoy.” Cox said, “Mike,” She signaled Mike to leave with her leaving Mr. Hill and Lizzie alone.

He had documented every struggle, every moment of hunger, every random stroke of luck Luca had experienced until the moment the Vane Estate became his only option. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? In a way that makes you want to scrub your skin raw.” I spun around, my back hitting a server rack. Elizabeth was standing in the doorway. Her cadet-blue gown was unzipped at the shoulder, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes dark and unreadable. She didn’t look surprised to find me there. She looked like she had been waiting for me to arrive. “You knew,” I rasped. “You helped him build this.”

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

He no longer spends the weekend at home, and whenever I asked, it was always “Elizabeth needs a hand moving some furniture at her apartment.” “Oh, Elaine!” I looked up to see Gary walking up to where I sat. “I’m so sorry, babe.” I almost bought his apology, but stopped short when I saw the woman behind him. Elizabeth Myers. Tall. Beautiful. Slender figure. She was all glammed up; she wore a bright red silk dress that hung tightly to her body as she swayed her hips, and a matching lipstick. “Gary, it’s been several hours.” My voice was low, perhaps from hunger, as my stomach rumbled quietly.

Rhys Lockhart, a brash and unruly trust-fund heir, comes back home from abroad and discovers he's already been married off without his consent. His bride is Elara Waverly, the head of Waverly Corp, and a full eight years older than him. Rhys naturally wants no part of it. So, when he hears she's the disciplined, immaculate type with a serious thing about cleanliness, he makes a point of it. He shows up in ripped streetwear and a backward baseball cap, a row of silver studs lining his ear. His parents turn red with embarrassment and move to apologize, but Elara simply leans forward with quiet composure, her slender fingers gently steadying them. Her voice is cool and clear. "This arrange