Liz Thompson Novels & Stories

Lizeth walked through the hospital while trying to look for ways to right the wilding because there was no way she was going to leave Omarion alone after what he did. He had bitten more than he could chew and she was not going to forgive him. Lizeth decided to sit at the hospital lounge when she deliberated on what to do and after a while of sitting down someone crossed her mind and she could not help but be tempted to contact her. She would not call the person an ally but she would say she was helpful. Lizeth searched through her call logs looking for Rachel's number and she smiled when she finally saw it. It was time to call her ally and see how she can be of help.

Liz and her companion—a slender brunette dripping in diamonds—had just walked into the adjacent shoe section, completely unaware that the velvet curtain wasn't fully drawn. I reached into my bag, my fingers pulling out my phone. Carefully, I opened the camera module, and angled the lens through the narrow gap between two silk gowns. The digital frame locked directly onto Liz’s face as she picked up a pointed-toe mule. “...Honestly, I’m still furious with Vivian,” Liz’s voice drifted over the top of the rack, dripping with disdain. “Since when did she start allowing riffraff into the inner circle? I can’t fathom what she’s thinking, even contemplating nominating Elena for the charity committe

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."

I sighed figuring he won’t stop pestering me about it until I tell him. “Liz was the first one I met. I met her in gym class. She kind of ran in to me on accident. I didn’t realize she was there when I rounded the corner. She’s pretty cute. Maybe 5 foot 4 with light brown hair, dark blue eyes with what looks like green specks in them, really toned. She has a really nice ass. Her boobs aren’t too big or too small. I’d say a B cup maybe.” I said trying to remember. “She’s also a beast when it comes to working out. You should have seen her in class. I guess she had some frustrations this morning because she was going hard core on the punching bag. Honestly with how she was going at it, she coul

Selena had hurried back from Milan immediately, she wanted to see with her own eyes if the rumors were true Liz was frozen for a moment, she had barely enough time to compose herself. Though she didn’t know who the woman in front of her was, the hateful look was enough to tell her that she must be one of Phoenix’s people. Liz instantly shook her head and tried to explain “I’m not—”

Fastening the art back in place, she dived onto the couch, covering her face, “I grew up as a weird kid, my parents would normally brush my issues aside and pretend as if it was not happening, always trying to convince me that it's all in my head— and it wasn't real,” “I know how you feel Lil—” “Then you know what I want... I want the truth, Stefan, please let me understand” she begged. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I quickly pulled out my cellphone, hoping it's a message from Damon, but it wasn't, it was a notification from the loop, there has been another body. “I think our friend Thomas has struck again,” I mumbled. “Thomas— what about him?” Lilith questioned. Grabbing the remote for

Vivian met hers—and there was no escaping it. The judge isn’t finished. His voice drops lower, heavier. “Now, regarding Lisa Thompson.” Lincoln subconsciously stiffens beside me so I tighten my grip on his arm reassuringly. Lisa’s sitting a few seats down, separated by a thick line of armed officers. She’s not in chains. She’s not in prison orange. She’s wrapped in a plain gray institutional sweater, hands twitching, hair wild around her gaunt face. Her eyes are vacant and glassy, but every few seconds, she twitches—like something’s still clawing her up from the inside.

I heard a throat clearing sound and raised my eyes to see Liz watching me watch her, she had her body turned to the side as she stood in the water, but she had a small smile on her face. "Ahhh...sorry," I said with an awkward laugh. She simply shrugged and continued rinsing her half naked body. I still didn't know what to think of this girl, she admitted to finding me attractive, but she acted so cold towards me and I guessed it was because she suspected her sister was going to jump my bones—which she was right about—and she either had no shot with me, or no shot with her sister, which she'd admitted to being in love with. No wonder she was a little messed up.

I pulled up to her house twenty minutes later. I knocked twice and walked in. “Lizzy?” “In the kitchen!” I followed the smell of burning sage then I found her on the counter . Mortar and pestle in her hand pounding some herbs also there are herbs everywhere. Lizzy was a well known medical doctor. certified. Respected. She was also a witch doctor who still secretly practice. She looked up when I walked in and Her eyes went to my face and then to my stomach She dropped the pestle immediately and it clattered on the counter. Her hand flew to her mouth.

“Is there anything I need to send Sheriff Tubbs to fetch from your place?” Liz bit her lip and shook her head slowly. She couldn’t think of anything she’d want to take with her. A strand of her hair had escaped from her ponytail, and she brushed it behind her ear. “Where am I going?” Not that she cared, but she needed something to focus on besides the nightmares she’d witnessed tonight. “Probably Dallas. I want you close to my resources.” “What resources?” Liz questioned. “How do you even know people who can help me?” She’d never heard her neighbor talk about knowing anyone. Not even family.