Ldshadowlady Lizzie Novels & Stories

And he didn’t hold a candle to another man who had haunted her thoughts for weeks now. As Rose was bringing out food for one of her tables, she spotted Lizzie with Bea. She barely stifled a laugh. Poor Trent was in for it now. Rose had to pass by Lizzie to get to the kitchen, and Lizzie’s face brightened with genuine warmth upon seeing her. Rose had found Lizzie Thornton—now Lizzie Younger—extremely intimidating, given that she was a real-life pop star. Rose loved Lizzie’s albums and had barely stopped herself from turning into some teenage fan girl. But Lizzie had a sweetness about her that made you instantly comfortable in her presence. It helped that she usually had Bea with her, who was

Anaïs gave a faint smile, maintaining her cool "You don’t know anything about me” "I know enough," Sheryl replied coldly, stepping closer. Her heels clicked against the floor. "And I know you won’t last. Women like you never do, and I can ruin you just as easily. I have my methods”, she said grinning wickedly. Before Anaïs could respond, the door swung open, the tension rising in the air. Lilith Amaruq stepped into the room. Her presence was as commanding as her midnight blue gown that shimmered like the night sky.

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

“As your best friend, I officially refuse to let you drown in sadness tonight.” I shook my head slightly. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me.” I sighed softly. “Unfortunately.” “There she is,” Lizzie said proudly. “I was wondering where my dramatic billionaire best friend disappeared to.” I rolled my eyes weakly. But somehow… My chest felt slightly lighter. Only slightly. Lizzie suddenly gasped dramatically. “Oh my God.” I frowned. “What?” “I completely forgot to tell you something.” I looked at her suspiciously. “What now?” A mischievous smile spread across her face.

I ask. “Basement. He mostly hangs out in the basement. It has everything there. Pool table and all.” Lizzie educates me. “Oh.” I say. I feel more safe with Lizzie. I feel like she knows how to handle herself. She has her gray hair tied up in a bun and she looks badass. She walks confidently in the house and takes a staircase which I think leads to the basement. I follow her closely behind. As we descend the stairs, I hear loud music blaring. I fight the urge to cover my ears.

I directly asked. Lizzy seemed troubled; she started biting her nails. "Alpha Shin—I haven’t met him in person yet. I’m too afraid of how he’ll take advantage of me as a Shaman. Merely hearing rumors from the other students is enough to tell me that Alpha Shin is indeed merciless," she answered me with fear in both her eyes and the way she spoke. "Putting that aside, what’s with all that blood, Luna?" Yuki could no longer contain her curiosity. I avoided making eye contact with her, thinking that she’d give up after a few minutes. However, Lizzy was the one who gave a response. "Miss Asterbelle ate the wolves in the basement."

But something was running in Emma’s mind, she looked longingly at Logan, who had an empty look on his face. "Lizzie," Daniel continued, his voice unwavering, "you manipulated a lot of creatures according to your own will. You attempted to kidnap and kill Grace, your stepdaughter, and you endangered the lives of countless others. And you even endangered the life of your own daughter. Tell me, are you refuting all these crimes even when the Werewolf Council caught you red-handed on the site." Lizzie's confidence seemed unshaken. "You can't prove a thing," she hissed, a sinister smile gracing her lips. "I've always been a step ahead of you, Daniel."

Feeling around for something, anything that would possibly get her off of me, my hand came in contact with one of the tablecloths used in the dining. Pulling it, I quickly grabbed it, managing to wrap it around the lady’s neck pushing her off of me before whacking her head into the ground. Repeating it more times until she finally went out cold then I fell to the ground in relief. When do I get a break again?

I jumped and unconsciously pressed closer to Jordan, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "Jackson!" Jordan barked. I looked up at Jordan in time to see him give Jack a pointed look in my direction. "How are we supposed to do this, Jordan? We can't even get to the bottom of her fears without her having a panic attack," he asked, his voice sounding hopeless. My shame began to swallow me up and I laid my head on Jordan's chest trying to hold back the tears. "Lizzie's a tough girl, Jack, she can handle it. We just gotta help her past her fears," Jordan said calmly.

“Dunno, Dave. Maybe I’m lucky. Maybe I’m just smarter than people think. Is that so hard to believe?” The way she said my name —definitely not friendly. More like a dare. Lizzie grabbed my arm, nails digging in like she thought she could puppet me. “Dave, do something! Make her hand it over! It’s family property, right? She’s a Midnight, she can’t just keep it!” I looked down at her, and something inside me… flipped. Couldn’t believe I ever thought she needed protecting. She was small—like, soul-small. “Shut up, Lizzie,” I muttered. “You’re embarrassing yourself. You lost. Deal with it.”