Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

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.

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.

— I want her for myself. Antoine laughs — a harsh, humorless sound. — Okay. And does she know that? — Antoine adjusts his tie with surgical precision. — I’ve never seen you like this. Not with the Dubois heiress, not with that Italian model. — His gaze slides to the silent screen, where Elizabeth manipulates the fabric like someone disarming a bomb. — But listen to me, Olivier: wait until after the show. After that… do whatever you want with her. The window glass trembles with the passage of a truck outside. On the silent screen of my MacBook, Elizabeth leans over a cutting table, the curve of her neck exposed like an inviting signature.

"All of it. In the right order." Mabel looked at her for a moment. "Good. Now we find Eliza." Eliza Vane was Killian's younger sister and the pack's most reluctant witch. She was also, as Mabel had established through three weeks of observation, completely unable to walk past a good shopping center. She was there every Tuesday and Thursday without fail, usually on the second floor, usually at the cosmetics counters. They found her exactly there. And they also found Vivienne. Mabel's hand closed around Briar's arm. "Don't look. Walk. That way."

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.

He offered his left hand, and she held on to him. “Let’s light that room on fire!” He said with the same energy. They both walked into the room, and the scent of musk and vanilla, with lavender hung in the air like a seaweed. The women were all in bonnets, but Elizabeth didn’t follow the norm. She looked refreshingly different without those things stopping her glow. Elbert was proud of her, and the men were shamelessly gawking at her. He leaned closer to her ear, his lips slightly touching her earlobe. “Relax.”