Homecoming Liz Novels & Stories

I said as soon as Liam got back from the dungeon “Why?” he asked “Well Liam because I don’t stay here, this isn’t my home,” I said “don’t be silly Lizzy this is more of your home than it is mine,” he said pulling me close to him his touch giving me butterflies in my stomach and major goosebumps.

Malcolm grinned at me, “Lizzy has definitely rubbed off on you in a good way. I feel like you’re finally getting back to being who you were before all the bad decisions. It’s nice to see the real you again.” We stepped out of the locker room to see Liz walking down the corridor towards us. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes when she saw us, but I told myself not to read anything into it. It’s been a long day. Maybe she’s just tired. She asked, “How about we go to Lou’s for some pizza and then maybe The Vine afterwards for a drink?” “You really want me to go back to the bar where I was arrested just a month ago?” Liz brushed invisible lint off my T-shirt and playfully patted my biceps. “Ye

"They're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Being disgustingly adorable." I glance back just long enough to see Ryan pulling Lizzie a little closer while she explains something about class schedules. Tara groans. "Seriously. Get a life." Ryan doesn't even look up. "We have one." Lizzie instantly turns bright red. At lunch Lizzie finally tells us the rest. "I got accepted," she says quietly. "Accepted where?" Tara asks. Lizzie hesitates before answering. "The coven in the city."

At Lizzy's home, She sat at the living room and watched her parents that said they have something to say to her and even urged her to come back home because it is urgent, "Why did you call me back home?" She asked them even though she already has a rough guess about what they are going to talk about. "Your brother wants to have his wedding, and you need to pay for it" Her mother looked her dead in the eyes to tell her what they needed from her.

Not again. "Geeg." She called and placed her hand on the girl's arm, she was so beautiful. Her face was lighter when she was drunk and her expressions were much softer. "I need to go to the bathroom; I'll be back in a second." Liz left hobbling; she was feeling like if she just got home from war. A war where she had lost against Kyle.

I scoff. Sighing profoundly, I swallow in silence and take a step back. She doesn’t want to look at him. And that’s completely fine. It’s fine as long as she is not fighting or seeking to get away. When I look at Lizzy, she reminds me of that beaten and bruised girl I met a few months ago. She reminds me of that girl because she is that girl. How would I ever tell her there is no home so desperately she wants to go back to? That there is no one waiting for her. That, the only man she could even remotely call a family, was now buried six feet under the ground.

The new Liz who’d entered was in the process of choking out her helpless doppelganger when Mont shouted, “Liz, stop!” Both Lizzes turned and looked at him, their expressions softening. The new one softened from rage. The one who’d been with us since Union Station in Kansas City softened from terror. It was then that I realized why Liz and Mont had been talking alone with each other since Liz’s revelation in the Good Rock Mining Co. manager building that she wasn’t originally from our universe. Liz, the original Liz, the one properly from our universe must have had a relationship, a relationship that continued after the Lizzes switched. Wow! Holy love triangles, Batman!

I quickly ran after her, looking around nervously for any passers bye. “You really are nuts!” I called out. “Uh huh, but I see breakfast. Come on!” Liz replied before breaking into a dead run. I sprinted after her. At the end of the block a rather disheveled looking college aged girl was stumbling her way down the stairs of an apartment. The girl didn’t stand a chance. She turned to see Liz fly into the air and land on top of her. With my ears, the girl was only able to make a small gasping sound as Liz sunk her teeth into her neck.

“Take a sip of this and your scent will be gone.” Sebastian took a sip first and then I took a sip. I didn’t feel any different, but I had to trust Liz if we wanted to pull this off. Liz walked with us back upstairs and toward the front door of her shop. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I had to get my brother and get back to our land. My daughter needed her parents; we couldn’t stay here any longer. But I felt sadness from leaving Liz behind. I wished there was a way we could bring her with us, but it was too late for her. Liz’s body was long gone over a decade ago.

Lizzie I knew I couldn’t stay; it was only two weeks till my birthday, but I knew it wasn’t safe for me to stay at the group home once my wolf woke up. I was a rouge and as much as I wanted to stay and graduate, I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t put the other girls at risk, the group home had been my home for the last two years. If the local pack found me, they wouldn’t stop till they had killed me. They hated all rogues and hunted them down. So, I started to put my plan into action. I had been saving every penny since I started working at 15. Becky had taken a chance hiring me and I had found a family of sorts working with the staff of The Coffee Bean. Becky always made sure I had a full stomach,