Liz Wheeler Novels & Stories

I state more than ask, meeting Liza's eyes with the look that usually ends these conversations. "Absolutely not," Liza insists, following me as I start walking toward the conference room. "She's incredibly professional. Her work speaks for itself. She's done a f*e acclaimed pieces with several high-profile athletes. Her reputation for cutting straight to the point is the reason why NSN chose her to lead. You might know her, actually. Her name is…" "Yo, J!" Jake Morrison's voice booms down the hallway, cutting off whatever Liza was about to say.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

In return, Glenn demanded that Jake deliver Chuck, the instigator who had manipulated Blake into launching an attack against Glenn's pack. As Glenn drove, Liza sat in silence beside him, her mind drifting back to the days she had spent as Blake's Personal Assistant in the opulent office of Moore Enterprises. Liza, a determined and ambitious woman werewolf, had once navigated the intricate corridors of the company with unwavering precision. Her role as Blake's Personal Assistant demanded excellence that few could achieve. However, despite her tireless efforts, Liza found herself perpetually falling short of Blake's exacting standards. She meticulously organized his schedule, managed his appoi

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

After Mrs. Smith Sr. went to bed, Liz returned to her room. She had just opened her laptop to start working when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she hesitated, surprise flickering in her eyes, before picking up. “Hello? Who’s this?” “Liz, it’s Zac.” Her brows tightened. “What do you want?” Catching the impatience in her tone, Zac felt a wave of bitterness. “Liz, Xena’s apology video has already been recorded. Tomorrow I’ll have it played on every screen in the city.”

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

she finished with Liz focus on her face look sad After calling Liz, Liz invited to meet at Westin bar, cause she had just had a meeting with someone there, Liz and Diane always share information about work, yes not just about work, Liz works as a journalist in a famous magazine in Chicago, she has a channel everywhere, so Diane never minded often asked her for information, so does Liz

I glanced at the screen. *Breaking: Ethan Whitaker’s Downward Spiral – Ex-Wife Lila Voss at Center of New Rumors* I froze, knife mid-slice. The article was from a mid-tier sports-gossip hybrid site that usually stuck to injury updates and contract drama. Today it had teeth.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.