Lizzie Saltzman Novels & Stories

"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.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

she said, leaning in to grab the half-finished glass of wine she’d been working on. “It’s not necessary...” “Of course it is. And by the way, my name is Stephanie. I’m a friend of the Greco family and Lorenzo’s business partner. Nice to meet you,” she said, all smiles, holding out a perfectly manicured hand to shake mine. What I wanted was to wipe that smug little grin right off her face. What I actually did was extend my hand and return the greeting. I wasn’t going to be the rude one here. Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm and confident, like any Alpha’s.

to a day like this, years from now, no threats to our safety, but the soft laughter of our pups playing beside us while we work… *** Taking a seat, we join James and Liza for lunch. Smoked pork chops, twice-baked potatoes, and steamed vegetables cover my plate. My stomach rumbles in approval, I guess this morning wasn't a complete fluke. Zac is discussing a matter of the Ellis Group with his dad and Liza is telling me stories of Zac as a pup. “...and then in front of all the Alphas at the treaty meeting, here comes Zac, running in, pumping his fists in the air, shirt, shoes but with a bare butt, screaming on about how he used the big boy potty…”

I saw the people on the street turn and look at me, and was once again glad Rachel had helped me pick out my outfit. The dress was a fitted black fabric that somehow shone purple in the light and had a slit up my thigh that my father would have considered indecent. It was made by a designer whose name I could barely pronounce, but who Rachel said was the biggest thing in fashion right now. I took a step and wobbled, but the driver reached out a hand to steady me. Rachel had chosen the shoes as well—black strappy stilettos that made me feel as tall as a New York skyscraper, but not quite as stable. Between the slit and the shoes, my legs looked long enough to make swimsuit models jealous.

She'd made sure of that. "How old are you? You look too young to be a specialist." Lizzie blushed at her question. "24. I graduated early." She was impressed. They do have a lot in common. Nodding in understanding. "I know the feeling. It happened to me, too. We pretend to fit in yet our brains are too big for the world."