Elizabeth Zott Real Novels & Stories

The door closing informed me of Eliza's entry. Elizabeth and I shared a faint resemblance, if she had ever wanted to join the fashion or modelling industry then she would have been an instant hit, instead she took an interest in business. She always wanted to be known more for her brains than her beauty. And now Elizabeth Moretti was known as a business tycoon, while I was known for my looks. We didn’t say much at first. She poured me a cup of warm tea, sat across from me on the couch, her eyes scanning my face like she was trying to read the untold stories behind every expression.

Elizabeth nods each time like she's hearing it for the first time. "I said medium coffee. Black. No—wait, did I want cream?" Her voice carries that familiar authority, but there's an edge of confusion underneath. My pulse quickens. I've done my research, of course. Elizabeth Walton, seventy-three years old, Still sits on the board of Halgate Group, though rumors suggest she's been... slipping. The barista hands her the coffee, and Elizabeth stares at it like she's forgotten why she ordered it. She turns, scanning the coffee shop with lost eyes until they land on me.

Zee was confused. “The envelope, please.” “Oh,” Zee said and handed it to her. “Congratulations.” They both told her. “You are the winner.” The man added. “Thanks.” “We’ll wire in the pay according to the terms already outlined.” The woman informed her. “I look forward to that,” Zee replied. “I guess I can go now.” “Sure.” Answered the man. “What’s your name?” asked the woman. “Elizabeth Daniel.” “Okay, Elizabeth.” the woman said in an ominous voice that troubled Zee. “You should hurry. The last dare will no longer wait.”

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Though they had reunited now, he could tell that Jerome was not happy. After hesitating for a few moments, Zis asked, "Are you and Elizabeth not on good terms?" All this while, Zis had not been too happy with Elizabeth, his 'daughter in law'. Putting aside her old age, Elizabeth's solemn personality often got the people around her on pins and needles. Besides, she did not show up often and Zis had only met her a few times in the past twenty years. Back then, Jerome was only twenty years old, but Elizabeth was already in her thirties. Nonetheless, Zis dared not to doubt her due to her powerful background.

Anaj stared at her, worried about what kind of fun she was talking about. Elizabeth smiled and began telling Anaj about what happened last night. Right from the moment she entered the ball, met the General and ended up in his bed. She knew that her caretaker would be so mad at how careless she was. But who could blame her? It was an adventure for Elizabeth.

Unless and until Eliza and Lucas got back to them, they were stuck. So… she decided to look at those other messages as Zane let her know he was on his way back to the room. Cass was just checking in. Jo responded that there was no news yet. Elliott just let her know he was having to go around a large swath of Central Europe because of the unrest. Thus his arrival would be delayed. And then there was that message from Emma O’Sullivan that had her stomach tying into a knot.

I ask, bypassing saying her how spellbinding she looks with her hair in messy waves hanging around her face, wearing a simple black tunic and gray leggings. “Ms. Hills accidentally bought too much at the farmers’ market today.” Elizabeth raises her eyebrows. “Imagine that.” I plow a hand through my hair, smiling. “Yeah, she’s…uh…” “Totally hot for you?” “That’s not how I’d phrase it but…yeah…I suppose so.” Elizabeth chops up a few more pieces of the carrot and adds them to the dish. “I can’t blame her.” She flicks her eyes up, a small smile playing on her lips. Inhaling deep, Elizabeth’s breasts rise and fall beneath her scoop-neck shirt.

Elizabeth Elizabeth was sitting at the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in her hands. The night was quiet in the mansion. She tried to distract herself by reading a book, but her eyes kept drifting to the cell phone lying on the counter beside her. “Just a minute,” she thought, picking up the phone and opening social media. She knew she shouldn’t torture herself like that, but she couldn’t help it. As she scrolled through her feed, she saw several photos from the business event taking place that night. Business influencers, columnists, and even the Walker Group’s official profile were posting about the formalization of the historic partnership between the Walker Group and the White Group, among

The elevator dinged just as she was done with her request, so she got out and walked to get her keys from reception. “Thank GOD you called. What is happening? My lines are swamped with calls from the press and new client requests.” Elizabeth chuckled at her friend’s words. Leave it to Liza to get worked up for the both of them. Liza has been by her side since high school and the only real friend Elizabeth had. So when she started up her fashion house, she knew the only one she could trust with the job as her second in charge was Liza. “Don’t worry about all that for now, I have it under control. Now, if you could get those-” Before Elizabeth could complete her sentence, she found herself wal