Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

I locked the door, then continued our conversation. Using my power, I served them some tea and they drank it. "If you are not the Grand Duke Whistleton's daughter and does not have his grace's family traits, I would have think that you are suitable to be the princess and not that lady," Marquess Esem's son, Luke, said and that made Valentine, Leo, Jude, Blaze,. Zane and Zia got choked. "Are you okay?" Lady Sabrina asked them. "Drink some of your tea and kindly slow down in eating those sweets," I told them as I poured another tea for them.

Ethan Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this. After I saw Jane’s ghost holding a child identical to Paisley at the restaurant, I immediately demanded the manager print out a copy of her credit card receipt. There in black and white I found her new name: Elise Carrington, founder and CEO of La Louve fragrances.

I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones. Finally I was alone with my thoughts, which is actually not a good thing, now that I think of it. Nathan once said that Elizabeth is the kind of girl you simply can’t forget, you can try but you can never forget what her love felt like. I guess I am not that girl. I can’t ever imagine being that girl a guy would go an extra mile for, the girl that he just can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he tries. The type of girl you fall in love with at first sight.

She continued to watch Kail carefully. An elegant gray pashmina hung on the sofa. He must’ve worn it today, and it would’ve suited him perfectly. Was he trying to appeal to her model side? At the same time, Kail was enjoying looking at her as well. He said to her unhurriedly, “Is that outfit from the most recent collection by Isabel Marant? The black and red flower patterns look impressive. It must be good to be a model since you get to try out the newest fashion trends. Don’t you agree?”

Before walking towards the restaurant's front door, I said. I shut the restaurant door when I heard someone yell. "Baby!" Elizabeth exclaims, opening her hand for me to embrace her. She was dressed in a red shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her silver earrings and necklace complemented her silver wristwatch. Her skin is fair, and the cream she uses causes it to glitter. "Elizabeth!" I exclaimed as I hugged her. She hugged me back, making me feel so welcome, and I inhaled her lavender scent.

"Come now Master Nicolas, the winner of the spar has not been decided yet." Nicólas regained that gummy smile of his, free of anything other than innocent mischief. "Of course, Lady Elizabeth, would you like to join us? I have never seen you in the Rousseau Villa before." Elizabeth's heart faltered in shock at the proposal. Lady Constance's expression showed displeasure at this proposal. "She is Oliviér's new assistant, a back-alley novice from a beggarly town."

I met her gaze, searching for something—anything—that might explain the growing pit in my stomach. “She’s not your enemy,” Elizabeth added, stirring her tea absentmindedly. “But she’s not your friend either.” “Then what is she?” Elizabeth smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “She’s Alexandra Whitmore,” she said simply. “That’s all you need to know.” --- Later that afternoon, Adrian returned home earlier than usual. I found him in his office, sleeves rolled up as he poured over paperwork. I lingered in the doorway, watching him for a moment before stepping inside.

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. —

Pairing up with how she looked with the stride of confidence in her walk, she looked like a swan in the snow; it was the perfect ensemble. As she was finishing up a chat with someone else, Elizabeth turned around and walked toward Liam after noticing him standing idly not far from her. Just as she was about to say something, she realized that his attention was on none other than Gwyneth. Grimacing, the feeling of bitterness and jealousy filled Elizabeth's heart.

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’