Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you hear that the granddaughter of Don Fausto hates plastic people and hypocritical behavior the most?” Sophie clenched her fists and glared at Stella angrily. The woman’s tongue seems to have sharpened even more now that she has been separated from her family. “And you think she’d even want to be friends with a piece of trash and gold digger that looks like you?” Elizabeth asked insultingly. “Oh, you have proof that I look like a gold digger? And how about you? Why are you still single?” she teasingly asked Elizabeth while looking at her finger. “It’s none of your business!” Elizabeth couldn’t help squinting at the woman and seemed to be laughing at her because she and Charles weren

"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."

- those were the last words he had heard from his beloved Willy. Elizabeth Winchester was a slim and tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin, her sister Willemina was the opposite, with golden hair like gold, with blue eyes like the sea, with forms a little more defined than those of her sister, for her beauty and good character had many suitors, but none could win her heart, unlike her, Elizabeth , who was engaged to Robert Jones, a town banker, noble by nature and deeply in love with his girlfriend Betsy, as he affectionately called her.

Even though he didn't think Catherine needed to greet them, considering they were brought by Ultan, he felt obliged to show Ultan some respect. "Sorry, she's been focused on her research projects and isn't accustomed to socializing. She is quite introverted, so please don't mind," Marshall said, trying to smooth things over. The other party didn't show any discontent, "Professor Hartley, no need to apologize. We've heard of Miss Swann's reputation. It's quite normal for someone as talented as her to be entirely focused on her experiments."

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.

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.

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.

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.

he stiffened his jaw upon hearing the sweet voice behind him, Elizabeth noticed his discomfort. Elizabeth turned before Richard to face the young woman, smaller in stature than her, with porcelain-like skin and a delicate appearance, thin and delicate lips. She was so delicate that she didn't even seem real. "Ursula," she greeted her, raising her glass, avoiding contact. "You look impeccable as always. It's been so long since I've seen you; what have you been up to?" she asked, trying to start a conversation while Elizabeth analyzed the two, feeling a strange discomfort in her chest.

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.