How Old Is Elizabeth Afton Novels & Stories

These two complete my life and Sometimes I wish Elizabeth was here to see this day because she has always wanted siblings. The kids and I still celebrate her birthday and they consider her as their big sister. And on that day we buy her favourite cake and have it for dessert. The kids always write her letters hopefully that she'll receive them in heaven. FLASHBACK WHEN ELIZABETH WAS PUSHED THREE WEEKS LATER Elizabeth was drowning her body got carried away by the strong current of the water. Her body was thrown over a waterfall and it slowly started floating away. The route of water drifted her body to a nearby village somewhere in the forest where people established a small tribe into their

Both siblings has smiles on their faces. "Where are you from, Nina?" Elizabeth queried. "I live in Whale Bay together with my mothe-" my words hanged at the tip of my tongue. "With a cousin..." Her forehead creased strictly. "How old are you?" "Twenty four, Madam..." She's so soft-spoken! Her physical features might be a little rough and stern but her voice and tone were so calm and peaceful! I bet I could sleep listening to her. "What's you education background?"

Why come at that exact moment? My head pounded, my palms slick with sweat. Something was wrong. Something didn’t add up. I swallowed hard. “Does your pack have a witch seer?” I asked quietly, my voice tight with unease. Elizabeth tilted her head, confused by the sudden question. “Yes… we do.” “How old is she?” My tone was sharper, urgent. Elizabeth hesitated, brows furrowing. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her up close. But rumors say she’s very old. Ancient, even. And she walks among the pack sometimes, gathering herbs.”

she replied before she returned to me. “For Mother?” I asked, with my brows furrowed. Elizabeth let out a deep sigh and continued, “Long before you were born, she almost left James. There was a time where Mother felt that James never truly loved her. They were officially betrothed to one another when she was sixteen thousand years of age. And at that time, up to where I reached the age of three thousand years, Mother went along with everything.” Gently, she held my hand and continued, “The only thing that stopped her from leaving is the fact that she knew her children needed protection. Her children needed a home. Her children needed a father.”

He cried as he tried drawing her out. Elizabeth cried as the rain washed over her face. It was past midnight and she knew no one would ever come that way. They had both ran away from home just to escape family troubles and fights and it had ended her up inside the swamp. She was only nine!! "Ahh!! Craig! I don't wanna die!" She had cried. The thunder continued roaring as rain continued pouring down on them mercilessly. "Hold on, Elizabeth! I will go get help!! Hold on, please!!" Craig had yelled and took off, running as fast as his legs could carry him, running all the way back home.

Elizabeth should be in one of them and judging from the photo they sent,she was in the room for the victims. Everything was set and at 9pm sharp ,we moved out.

Without second thoughts, she ran down to meet her. "What took you so long, aunt!" Aunt Elizabeth turned abruptly. She had an anxious look plastered on her face. "Céline, you need to mind the way you ambush me and raise your voice around here. I'm getting old, and it's not good for my health." Céline rolled her eyes. "You never fail to remind me, aunt. Besides, you act like you are 100 or something. You're just 65." "Just? No, young lady, you aren't going to make that a small deal. Not everyone sticks around till then."

She frowns slightly, “I’m not a child.” Huffing gently and crossing her arms, Eliza bows her head, “Apology, I’m not good with ages.” Sansom nods, “That’s okay. She’s my wife, and twenty-seven next month.” She smiles down at him, seeming pleased he remembers her birthday. Eliza nods, “But you’re not wrong, she does look young for her age.” He smiles up at her, another man into prison bait. She sure knew how to find them. Eliza clears her throat,

*"July 15th - Found pills in my tea. Making me sick. Dizzy. Can't think straight." *"July 20th - He brought me up to the balcony tonight. Wanted to show me the view. I'm not allowed near edges anymore. He says I might fall."* The final entry was barely legible. *"July 25th - Going to try the balcony again. If something happens to me, look for the others. Check the garden shed. He keeps trophies."* Elizabeth died July 26th. "Fell" from the same balcony where Jason died. Violet's coughing turned to retching. I had to get her medicine, but my legs wouldn't move. The pieces were all there, forming a picture so horrible I couldn't process it.

The girl in her dreams couldn’t be no more than twenty, looked no more rather, but there was an awareness that she was older, old like Elizabeth. Elina shook her head in disbelief, because she also saw herself in those dreams, talking with the girl as if they were close, she herself also seemed older, like in the same age range. She had thought of sending the pictures to Elizabeth, but she wasn’t sure yet if the woman would accept that intrusion.