Homecoming Liz Novels & Stories

Mira visited Lisa once a week, cautiously, seeing her slowly rebuild herself in boarding school. And now, finally, Dennis had said yes. Lisa could come home. Homecoming The afternoon she returned, Mira waited in the living room, fidgeting. The door creaked, and Lisa stepped in, her suitcase behind her. She looked different. Matured. Softer. More careful in her movements. She didn’t burst in laughing or throw herself onto Mira’s bed. She simply walked in, eyes full of uncertainty. “Mira…” she said softly. Mira ran forward and hugged her tightly. “You’re back.”

Knowing that Lizzie had leverage over her, Harriette acted like an obedient kitten in front of her. They continued to exchange some pleasantries and then ended the call. At night, Lizzie dialed another number. The person on the other end of the call respectfully reported, "Elijah and Clover both hurriedly left the gathering." "Okay. That's great." Lizzie felt very pleased, and her smile grew even wider. Miles went abroad, Jonathan was on a business trip, and both Elijah and Clover were unable to make it. It seemed like nothing unexpected would happen to her plans.

" I asked him and looked back over at Lizzy; she was looking off the other side of the room. So, she knew I was talking to her. But she didn't pay attention. I still got my eyes on Lizzy. But she didn't want to look. So that's when she opened her mouth and spoke. "Oh, okay, it was me." I am sorry. I wanted to help." She spoke. "How is that going to help us?" Ashely asked. "Eddy here has frat brothers, and they know all about this. So, they said they would take you, girls, to the homecoming dance." She said with a big smile on her face. I sighed and looked back over at Ashley and Natalie. They both had a look saying that's sweet of you, but no thanks.

Dark Lands: Homecoming Authors Note: This story is a side note to The Charmer, meant for those of you who wanted to know Wiley’s story. It’s not meant to stand alone, so if you don’t already know how her story ends, you’ll have to read TC. She hated parties. Parties were full of happy, smiling people. Wiley James had never fit into that crowd, so she ditched her boss’s birthday bash and ran off to the hills. Literally. Sometimes a girl had to go AWOL.

She was nothing more than a thief who had stolen someone else's destiny. Then, a month ago, Alyssa suddenly returned. The news was like a stone dropped into still water, shattering the fragile dream Yuliana had lived in for three years. Since Alyssa's return, Charlie had been spending less and less time at home. Deep down, Yuliana knew it was time to return the title of Mrs. Zimmer—a title she held in name only—to its rightful owner. By letting go, she gave them a chance at happiness and found her own peace.

Levi said with a dip of his chin. “It’s great to know that my daughter has true friends that have her back,” Calum said. “My name is Liz. It’s nice to meet you. We’ll go back to our seats. We were just—” Liz said. “Watching out for her?” Calum asked. “Yes,” Liz blushed. “Thank you,” Calum said. “I’m not going to be much longer,” I told them.

Must be all the gym hours she used to put in. “Wow, yes. I heard you travelled.” I turned to lock my apartment door and faced her properly as me moved further into the hallway. “That’s right, I had to go and take care of some business but guess what?” She didn’t pause long enough for me to answer. “I am back!” “Welcome,” I smiled. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” “Oh yes we-” Lizzie’s attention was distracted by something behind me in the hallway. She suddenly smiled. “We certainly do.”

However, following a change in the situation, she chose to leave instead. When Lawrence instructed her to prepare some of her belongings to leave behind after her faked death, she chose to include the USB drive. In a way, she'd helped Elijah and Coby preserve the happy moments they shared with Juliette as a family of three.

I slide the heavy metal deadbolt and the door open. Liz is standing in the dim light of the hallway. She has taken off her damp jacket, wearing just an oversized flannel shirt that looks way too large for her thin frame, her messy bangs falling over her eyes. She is holding a small, chipped ceramic bowl that I recognize from Eli's place filled with warm tomato soup, a faint trail of steam rising into the cool air of the corridor.

When Eddie got back home, Liz had already left. Eddie searched everywhere but didn’t see her. She started feeling guilty and remorseful. Maybe she shouldn’t have talked like that to Liz. She sat on the sofa and it was then she noticed the small note on the table. She picked the note from the table, it was indeed from Liz. Liz: I’m going to the next city to stay with my parents and might be more than a month before I come back. You might not be able to call me because I lost my phone.