Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven. The trio stopped just a few feet away from the dais and stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face what this day would bring. Emily—as always—was carefully placed between the two men. Lilith sat on her throne with her bat-like wings wrapped forward toward her arms. Her blond curls were long and draped down her back with an occasional stray tendril bouncing around her shoulders in a deliberately careless style. She wore tight black pants that looked like leather and a white shirt with a ruffled front and flowing sleeves, giving her the appearance of a

This morning is no different. Liz is on the ground again, kneeling by a grand hallway, sponge in hand, scrubbing dried wine stains left over from some aristocratic gathering she wasn’t allowed to witness. Her hair sticks to her cheek. Her hand is red from the chemicals. She just wants to finish this section and get away before someone decides she’s breathing too loudly. No such luck. A pair of shoes stop right in front of her hand. Before Liz can move it away, the maid steps down—hard.

I slam the laptop lid down with a loud thud, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs as I look up. Liz is standing at the edge of the hallway, wearing her bright red pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. Her dark hair is a wild, messy halo around her head, but her eyes look awake and locked onto my guilty face. She looks at my white knuckles resting on the closed laptop, then looks at the dark circles under my eyes. "Violetta," Liz says as she walks over to the island, her bare feet making a soft slapping sound against the hardwood. She reaches out, grabs the edge of my laptop lid, and forces it open before I can stop her.

Mark had a feeling it had something to do with Megan Flannigan. "I haven't been here before," Lizzie said as she looked around the restaurant and bar. She was "dressed to kill," as she'd describe it, wearing tight skinny jeans and a top that showed her toned belly. With her long dark hair and bright red lips, she drew lots of appreciative male gazes.

I explained. "You mean Mistress Lori?" Lizzie queried incredulously. "I wouldn't live with her if you gave me a million dollars. That woman is a PURE sadist. Through and through." I could not help but laugh. Yeah, Lori had quite the reputation for her love of inflicting pain. "Yeah," I responded. "She's a sweetheart. As long as you stay on her good side. She's threatened me a few times with her rather wicked-looking toys. Needless to say, I didn't forget my night to do the dishes again."

His hair is dark and low. "Dear Shadow walkers," he says loudly. I stand frozen in the spot taking deep breaths as the place gets crowded with the dwellers coming of out their houses. My heartbeat has gotten faster as they stare at me. I look to the ground, trying to calm myself. "This is Alice," Gabriel announces, pointing at me. "Alice Lintle." A few persons gasp in shock while other whisper to one another. "Let's welcome her as one of hers," he adds staring at me. His blue eyes are piercing. "Come," he whispers, stretching his hand to take mine. I look around as I let him take my hand. His grip is gentle as he holds my wrist. "To greatness," he yells, raising my arm high. The crowd cheers

Lilith's POV. I had never seen a dress so beautiful before. Even after staring at it for nearly ten minutes straight, I still found it hard to believe it belonged to me. The material shimmered softly beneath the warm lights of my room, flowing like liquid silver over my fingers each time I touched it. Tiny stones were carefully embedded around the bodice, catching light every few seconds like scattered stars, while the fabric itself looked far too elegant for someone like me to even breathe near.