Novel & Cerita Lizzie Saltzman

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

—but considering what his sister would do to him if he woke up the baby… “Trent’s at La Bonita until this evening. How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” “It’s been a week, Lizard.” Lizzie, with her dark hair and bright green eyes, looked like one of the Thorntons, although she and Seth only resembled each other in their hair and eye color. She was the opposite of him in every other way: slender and of average height, she was quite a bit shorter than him and had been since he’d outgrown her in junior high.

I narrow my eyes, immediately knowing who it is. "What?" I spat at her. I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me. "May I come in?" She asked. I stayed silent for a moment before replying. "Yes." As soon as that word left my mouth I regretted it. Lisa strutted in, wearing a disgusting short red dress, black stilettos, and the worst makeup I've ever seen in my life. Her bleached blonde hair was a ratty mess like she purposefully made it that way. I can't believe I was going to make her alpha female.

"Emily, I heard you're about to be thrown out of the house by Issac?" The small-nosed, blonde girl was Lizzy Pink, a friend of the Lloyd family. Lizzy had always claimed to have grown up with Issac, but Emily had never seen her in any of Issac's childhood photos, nor had Issac ever mentioned her.

Lizzie asked. “Of what?” Your imagination is getting weird,” Zofi said. Lizzie leans forward. “Don’t tell me you don’t appreciate the beauty of that man. He looks so divine in every angle,” she whispered. “You like him?” Zofi asked. “I like him for you!” Lizzie said. Zofi tapped her forehead. “You and Natalie should be friends. You think the same weird things,” she said. “I get it. It’s not easy to date him after you almost reported him as a stalker,” Lizzie said.

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 know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

“I noticed that you said this Earth, not our Earth.” Liz smiled. Underneath her exhaustion, a bit of her prima donna manager persona came through, with its air of slight condescension. “Very good, Rachelle. That’s exactly the kind of detail noticing that makes you such an asset to Control. As you’ve no doubt guessed, I’m not the Liz who was born on this Earth, not the one who left with Field Team 16 in 2018. I am, however, the Liz who came back.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Samantha, my best friend, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed. "Lisa, you look astonishing!" She was fixated on my phone as she spoke. "You should really consider sending Nick these photos of yourself." She turned the phone to face me, an intoxicating selfie of me lying in bed without a top shone brightly from the phone's screen.