Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

I hear Jeremy shout again from the floor above. “Right come on Willow, you must be ready now…you look gorgeous.” Lizzie tells me. “I don’t know about that. I have a feeling you will be the one turning heads tonight in that dress.” I add. Lizzie was stunning. She had long black hair, great big blue eyes and a body to die for. She was wearing a bright blue mini dress and tanned wedges. She never over did it unlike Samantha, who enjoyed all eyes on her. I on the other hand, liked to stay in the side lines, observing the situation and keeping a watchful eye on my 2 best friends.

"You deserve to feel secure, Ro. If this is what it takes..." Her encouragement felt like a warm blanket, and I exhaled slowly, allowing myself to lean into her support. The revelation bubbled up inside me, unbidden. "Michael hired someone to follow me. To keep me safe." Lizzie's reaction was a chuckle, unexpected and jarring against the gravity of our conversation. I furrowed my brow, unable to hide my confusion. "Why are you laughing?" "Because, sweetheart," she said, a mischievous glint lighting her eyes, "I've got my own shadow. A security agent. His job is to be unseen, unnoticed."

he thought. He pushed everything on the table to the floor, but his eyes caught something. The lady in the black dress. She was in front of a shop. The shop looked familiar. He quickly picked up his laptop from his bag and googled it. "O mine. They framed Lily again. Another two pictures fused. Why are they framing her up?" Luis thought.

Panic seized my chest, and I instinctively took a step backward. CREAK. The ancient wooden floorboard beneath my bare foot gave off a sharp, loud groan. Horror crashed over me. I turned on my heel, scrambling to run back toward my room in the pitch-black darkness of the hallway. Before I could take even three steps, a cold, powerful hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing my wrist with a grip like an iron shackle and slamming me back against the hallway wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand instantly clamped down over my lower face, smothering the sound completely.

EIGHTY-EIGHT: Shadow Liz on the ground of her parents’ shed. An exposed light bulb swung back and forth in a lethargic arc. Shadow. Light. Shadow. Light. A leather belt tied around her left bicep, the skin bruised. On the floor next to her was the syringe. From a hole in her arm a single line of blood oozed free. The Beast hid in the dark. She opened her eyes. Teeth chattered. A shadow that remained even when the bulb swung the world into illumination. A person so tall and far away. In the middle of this shadow, she noted the winking red eye of a cigarette.

As the door closes behind him, I smile wide. His wife is the luckiest. Oh, dear. I wish to have a man like him. Is Zack like him? Or…is the way better? I shut my registry as my head turned sharply at the sound of the door opening. Lizzie walks in wearing a blue shirt and light blue jeans. Her curly black hair cascades down her shoulders, and her dark skin is glowing under the sunlight. She looks stunning. “Hello, my beautiful woman,” she grins as she approaches me. I rise on my feet and advance toward her, pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist.

I clear my throat, expecting her to introduce herself, but she doesn’t move. “Hi.” No response. “I am alph … Luna Camille. Who are you?” I correct myself even if the word tastes like poison the moment I use my new rank. “I am Elizabeth, Luna, but everyone calls me Lizzie. I’m so happy that you are here. I was working in the laundry room and have been praying for our alpha to find a mate so that I could start working in his home.” She looks up only once, and I note her cheeks turn bright red.

“Are you planning to hide yours beneath those clothes forever?” Maria dramatically pointed toward Lizzie. “Exactly! I have only counted four boobs so far, don't be shy. Free the boobs!” Lizzie burst out laughing. “OMG! You two are terrible.” Still smiling, she slowly pulled her shirt over her head. And wow. I actually went speechless for a second. She had perky tits, average sized but really perky and I couldn't help but glare for a moment. Her skin looked impossibly smooth beneath the sunlight, almost glowing against the blue water.

Lizzie said once we got seated. "Thank you so much. You are the one that looks amazing though!" I said back. Lizzie was wearing a longer cocktail dress that hugged her figure nicely. Her hair was up in a polished bun on top of her head and she had a beautiful pearl necklace wrapped around her neck, as well as matching earrings. "She does look beautiful, doesn't she?" Dane agreed, speaking to all of us for the first time tonight. "Oh stop it. You two are looking very handsome tonight. They clean up nicely, don't they?" Lizzie joked playfully. I loved how sweet and carefree she seemed to be.

Lizzie keeps staring at herself in the mirror like she doesn't fully recognize the girl looking back. "Okay," Tara says, wiggling her eyebrows. "Tonight. Is it happening?" Lizzie immediately turns bright red. My stomach tightens before I can stop it. "Lizzie, you don't have to do anything." "I want to," she says quickly, then laughs nervously. "Invisible isn't really my thing anymore. And also... hello? I'm a wolf. I have needs." I groan dramatically. "Oh my God. Am I seriously surrounded by sex-starved wolves?"