Novel & Cerita Lizzie Saltzman

"We need evidence. Proof of his bias." "Exactly." Lizzie pulled out her laptop, her fingers dancing over the keys as she brought up a spreadsheet. "I've started documenting discrepancies in grade distributions. Look here," she pointed to a column filled with numbers, "the correlation between social status and grades—it's too consistent to be a coincidence."

“Last time I checked, my clothes are still on. What’s the yapping for? It’s not like we’re having sex in front of everyone.” Rosalie’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and fear flickering across her face. “Oh… she actually talks back?” She glanced around nervously. “We have guests for Christ’s sake.” “No,” Zahir interjected, clearly intrigued. “I’m interested in knowing more about you two. How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.” “We met through my cousin, Savannah.” Lizzie glanced pointedly at Reginald, watching for his reaction to the name. “She’s Roman’s wife. She introduced us.”

Her faded denim jacket looked like it had just been tossed off the runway. She babbled, dragging Abby the rest of the way. Lizzy had spent most of her childhood in Santa Barbara and still retained that buttery Californian accent. “Holy Shiblets! You’re meeting my sexy man. He’s like a chilled version of Jason Momoa.” “Who the hell is Jason Momoa?” Abby asked.

she says softly. Lizzie's half witch, half shifter. Magic active, wolf latent. She's shy and smart, the kind of girl who used to hide behind books and oversized hoodies until Tara basically dragged her into the world by force. Lately, Lizzie's been changing. New clothes. Better posture. More confidence. Still nervous, though. I can hear it in the way her heartbeat speeds up when too many people brush past us in the hallway. "You okay?" Lizzie asks carefully.

“I don't know yet. Need to get settled in and get used to the schedule first. Then I'll come spend a weekend. How have you been? How's Lizzie?” I listened to her give me a breakdown of everything that had been going on since I left two days ago. Her roommate, Lizzie, was a content creator for a comedy channel so she was always up to some wacky shenanigan or the other. Nora was a part time writer for a movie and book review blog so her storytelling skills were topnotch. Safe to say, I could never get bored or tired while listening to her talk about even the most mundane thing like brushing her hair in the morning.

I was here to do the opposite of what I had promised. For a moment, I thought about aborting that mission. It looked like Lizzie had been assaulted truly. What if I ended up worsening her mental health? Lizzie’s mental health was at stake but Kelvin was on the verge of going into prison for a crime he didn’t commit. I would have to pick Kelvin over her. “Who are you?” Lizzie asked the moment she saw me. “You look familiar but…” “My name is Natasha Stamford,” I told her calmly. “I am the wife of Bruce Stamford.”

General Kius shrugged while trying to hide his smile, "You are right, Miss Elizabeth." A man handed the two of them a glass of wine which Elizabeth took without any worry. General Kius was intrigued at this woman who seemed to have no boundaries at all. Women around them did not even try to touch the wines yet , in fear, that it might destroy their modesty. But here is Elizabeth who was eager to feel the freedom of the night. "Slow down, woman." General Kius sighed while watching Elizabeth chugged down the wine in her glass until it was left empty.

Firash winked at Meredith, but she just rolled her eyes again and brushed him off. "Hi, Meredith." "Not a big talker, eh?" Firash interjected. Ellie shook her head. "No problem, here comes Sam and she could talk a unicorn into becoming a mermaid," Firash noted as a bubbly redhead sat next to Meredith. "Oh my gosh, you're Elizabeth Carter! I'm Sam! Well, actually I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam." "How do you know who I am?" Elizabeth asked in surprise.

"Wish they didn't create you." "Esmeralda! Great to see you," I say, cutting Landon and Malik's voices off as I stood. She wanders in, a brightly coloured shawl covering half her face. Curiously, both Alphas and Simone watch her glide over, and into the seat I pulled out for her. Slowly, she unwraps the fabric around her head. "I can sense the tension in the room. I hope we can solve the case of missing Lexia." It doesn't surprise me that she knows without having to be told. She probably took one glance at my eyes and saw the pain deep set in there.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.