Elizabeth X Gabriel Novels & Stories

Seeing that Xavier was about to come out, Elizabeth wanted to find a place to hide, because it was not proper for her to eavesdrop on this kind of dispute in a rich family. Moreover, Xavier was a famous painter, and he was James's cousin. If he knew that she had been eavesdropping here, it would be really embarrassing... She wanted to run away, but her legs froze, so she could only stand there in a daze. Xavier walked out of the house dejectedly and quickly. When he looked up and saw Elizabeth standing not far from the door, he stopped and was stunned.

When she finished my makeup, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. "Now you look like a sweet and lovely Anna Shaw," she said with satisfaction. "I agreed to meet him, didn't I? Can't we keep it simple?" I sighed. "This one is different," Elizabeth insisted. "I have a good feeling about Gabriel Barrett." "You had a good feeling about the last two disasters as well," I reminded her. Mother waved her hand dismissively. "None of them were Gabriel. Leah Barrett is my card-playing friend. Gabriel is her nephew. His sister is a university professor, and both his parents are scholars. A proper family."

And, the next thing she is pulling Gabriel by his ear from upstairs. "Elizabeth, what is going on?" My mom asked as she freed Gabriel from his mom's hands. "You would not believe what Gabriel just told me." She looked really pissed off now. "What did he tell you? I am sure we can sort it out." "I do not think so. In fact I think he should tell you himself." She nudged Gabriel who glared at her. "I am gay."

Elizabeth couldn't tell if she should be happy or sad that her initial plan was ruined due to Xander involvement at first. Talking about Xander, her eyes went out the window. It's been a while since she last saw her stepson. If anything, she would have kept her eyes on him, but one thing she had learned about the Hemsworth men is how much of a coward they are. They would go to any length to save their heads. It makes Elizabeth feel good about herself, knowing how much she could do to ruin a person's life.

She followed him in because there wasn’t a compelling alternative, and the bell over the door made a delicate sound, and the air inside smelled like something expensive she couldn’t name, and a woman in her fifties with excellent posture materialized from between the racks. “Welcome. I’m Elizabeth. How can I help you?” Her gaze moved to Honor — taking in the borrowed dress, the healing cut on her cheek, the general evidence of someone who did not belong in this particular establishment — and then redirected to Gabriel with a professional smile. “My friend lost her wardrobe in an accident,” Gabriel said pleasantly. “We need to replace it. Everything.” “Of course.” Elizabeth’s manner shifted i

I witnessed his bloodshot eyes shimmering with tears and I immediately understood how hazardous the situation was. My eyes squeezed in shame as I began to sob silently. My lips couldn't stop trembling as I managed to encourage the elderly woman whom Theo had positioned comfortably on the couch to take slow deep breaths. After a long moment of steady breathing sessions, her muscles finally relaxed. I shut my eyes and exhaled in relief. I bent my head backward in extreme happiness, only for my eyes to meet that of Theo who was dead and distant. It held so many intentions that I felt my body shiver in fear.

--- That evening. The Blackwell Mansion felt unusually lively. Elizabeth insisted on hosting a family dinner. Gabriel Hart was there as well. Although the government had cleared his name after uncovering decades of coercion and false records... He still carried the weight of the past. As dinner ended... He quietly approached Elena. "May we talk?" She nodded. They stepped into the garden. Moonlight reflected across the fountain. Gabriel looked older than before. Not physically. Emotionally. "I owe you another apology."

She saw an opportunity to strike back at Isabella, to tarnish her reputation and claim Gabriel's attention for herself. Without wasting a moment, Lady Elizabeth sought out Prince Gabriel, her eyes gleaming with a cunning glimmer. She found him in the royal gardens, his attention captivated by the vibrant blooms that surrounded him. With calculated steps, she approached him, her voice tinged with an air of false concern. "Prince Gabriel, I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you," Lady Elizabeth began, her tone gentle but filled with a hidden agenda. "It pertains to Princess Sophia and a matter that has come to my attention."

Ellie replied, her voice slightly exasperated at the insinuation she wasn't trying to figure it out. "He is an oracle, but you are not. You are one of the chosen, your gift does not work like his. Come here, Elizabeth, let me show you," the woman replied as she reached out with one hand to touch Ellie's head. Her mind was filled with pictures and sounds, flitting by like a movie except the images were moving so fast Ellie would never be able to focus on each individual flashback. It was like looking at a scrapbook in fast forward, never able to see the people in the photos. Finally, an image stopped in front of her eyes.