Hope And Lizzie Novels & Stories

I leaned back against the cold metal of the park bench, the winter air biting at my exposed skin, making it tingle. "Speaking of mysteries..." I arched an eyebrow, the corners of my mouth tipping upward in a teasing smirk. "You've been holding out on me about her. The new girl?" Blood rushed to Lizzie's cheeks, staining them a deep rose that contrasted with her creamy complexion. She looked away for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her coat. Suddenly vulnerable, suddenly human. "Ro... I just need a bit more time," she murmured, her voice laced with something like hope, or maybe fear. "To be sure she's the one before you meet her."

“Do we need to do this?” Lizzie asked her friend for the nth time. They were standing a few feet away from their first destination. The orphanage. And the plan was, that Lizzie and Zephyr would be posing as a couple who wanted to look for their missing child. Lizzie and Zephyr were both minors when Zephyr impregnate Lizzie so their parents took away their child. Now, both of them are looking for him. It was not a great plan but it’s better than nothing, as what Amilia said. And while the two of them are distracting the orphanage staff, Amilia and the Fallen would search for some children’s souls.

It took a while before her shoulders relaxed and she began whiffing the air as if something smelled so good. My eyes darted to Katarina and Sofia, who had their mouths open. I followed their line of sight and saw our men approaching us. "What’s going on?" I asked, still baffled by Lizzie’s behavior. "I think Lizzie smelled her mate," Sofia mumbled, but it was enough for me to hear. Lizzie turned her body around, and her body stiffened once more before she was able to let out a word. "Oh, Goddess! It can’t be!"

Rumor has it she used to be an assassin for Lycan City. “Does Liz know?” Willow wonders aloud. “I don’t think so,” I answer honestly. “Interesting,” Willow says with a far-off look in her eyes. I cock my head to the side and study Willow carefully. “What have you seen?” But Willow refuses to answer. The kitchen door flies open and Elizabeth comes storming out with tears streaking down her face. I spare Willow a fleeting look before I run to my mate and take her in my arms. Elizabeth hides her head in my chest and cries quietly.

I replied and squeezed her, trying to warm her body with the warmth that of mine. "They're such assholes." Hope rested her head on my shoulder for a few moments, before turning around and seeing the guys were coming back, she had black jewelry of quite a large size. Victor was carrying it with both hands. "This is what was corrupting the Spirits here," Lilith spoke, Hope nodded positively lightly and smiled. A reddish shadow took over the hall we were in, the giant wings seemed to flap and make the wind around us warm. I think if Hope had been wearing clothes she would have put her hands in her pockets, from her corner smile, her eyes were completely black.

Levi bellows out as he pulls on his hair in frustration. "We will find them, Lev, we didn't give up when Savannah or Emily was taken and we won't give up now!" Theo says as he walks towards us looking as hurt and angry as I feel. Levi nods to him but I can see that he is slowly losing all hope. "Alpha Logan, we have found something, it looks like an entrance to some sort of underground tunnel, it may be worth checking out!" Smith's link rings through my head and I feel my heartbeat pick up.

“But I said yes to him,” “Just turn on the GPS in your phone and rest I’ll take care of everything,” she assures me as she puts the cold drink down and takes my hands in hers. “I think I’ll be fine. “Still,” I nod in reassurance. Apart from this subject, we talk for hours about different things. Lizzie tells me what it was like for her to get settled in London with a completely different environment. She is even in a relationship with a guy called Liam. I don’t know why speaking of guys always reminds me of Zack.

Like a conversation that hadn’t found its ending yet. When we stepped outside, the air had cooled. The stars were out. She wrapped her jacket tighter around her shoulders. I watched her. She didn’t know I was watching. We walked to the car. I opened the door for her. She paused. Then asked, “Why are you keeping me?” I smiled. Slow. Sad. “Because I don’t want to lose you.” She looked away. But not before I saw it — the flicker of something dangerous. Hope. **