Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

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.”

That night, because the light was not too bright and the distance between them was too far, Elizabeth could not see her face clearly. Now that they had met again, Elizabeth could clearly see her gorgeous face and how noble she was. She seemed to understand why she had lost. Perhaps, it was not her family background. She might not be able to win even with her beauty. Elizabeth slowly stood up. She knew that she had been recognized, and instead of reminding Shirley of the places where they met and causing a misunderstanding, she might as well confess it herself. Thus, she simply said, "Ms. Pollard, I am the housekeeper of Mr. Marquez. we met before at Mr. Marquez's villa."

Her instincts couldn't accept that Lily and Tony were siblings, although they didn't share blood. Lily gave Elizabeth a warm smile in hopes to disarm the territorial instincts of her sister in law. She couldn't help but feel flattered that the woman saw her as a threat to her claim to Tony. Elisabeth was everything a woman wished she could be. She had thick, dark hair, bright blue eyes, curves in all the right places, a face that would rival any runway model, and lips were made for kissing. "Long time to see. How are you doing?" Elizabeth asked with an only slightly forced smile.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

Elizabeth was shopping for a partywear as one of her socialite friends had invited her for celebrating her daughter’s 21st birthday; the reason Elizabeth attached great importance to this event was also because she had gotten news that her favorite Opera singer, Celine Delta would be coming to the event. “Auntie Elizabeth…” Elizabeth turned around as she heard someone calling her name. She never expected to see this person here. Who else could it be other than Sheryl? However, she looked a lot more worn out than she looked a few weeks ago when they met. How could she know that Sheryl was literally running on coffee and energy drinks with 2 hours of sleep most days, trying to keep the Shelby’

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays.

But it couldn't have been Bass that poisoned her. It had been a she-wolf, Elizabeth remembered. And her face, the face she had forced herself to remember even as her whole world was slowly slipping away, flashed across her memory. Elizabeth glanced at the tea tray in her rooms, and at the collection of jewelry Ayla had sent her. She would wear them on her wedding. Elizabeth glanced at the pieces again, sure something was missing. And suddenly the last piece of the puzzle clicked in her mind.

gathering all the crumbs on her face. Christian watched her action and his face turned even more scary as he was looking at the snacks in her hand as if they had offended him. Elizabeth was scared that he will snatch her snacks so she stuffed all the remains into her mouth. Elizabeth quickly licked her fingers one by one. the tip of her tongue was extremely flexible. finally, she finished the snack. It was torturous to live with this kind of man. It was no wonder people said that it was important to marry within your own class. She and Christian were the perfect negative example.

JAMIE A bottle of Champagne was chilling in a ice bucket on the table to the side, two crystal flute glasses were stood pretty beside it. One glass completely empty, while the other was still untouched. Two in the afternoon was too early for me, but Carmen on the other hand— well she was never one to turn down free champagne, or anything free for that matter. Being the centre of attention Carmen was in her element, which is exactly how it should be for any bride to be.

The servants all looked at Amelia who was eating. Amelia felt better now that she had people who are eating with her. "May I ask all of your names?" Amelia said as she puts down the spoon that she was holding. "I'm Amy, young madam," the maid with light brown hair said. "My name is Lily, young madam" the maid sitting beside Amy said. "I'm Rosieanne, young madam, Anne for short" The maid with blue hair said. Amelia looks at Jack, waiting for him to introduce himself. One of the chefs poked him when he didn't notice. Jack looks up and saw Amelia's bright eyes staring at him.