Lizzie Saltzman Novels & Stories

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.

This could be your chance to showcase your talent and gain their favor. Lizzie had studied fine arts, and before she married into the Finch family, she had met a renowned, now-deceased calligraphy master through Cyrus. "Mom seems intent on using me as a tool to curry favor with the Lerain Group," she thought. Eleanor had always placed great importance on maintaining a strong relationship with the Lerain Group, so her intentions made sense. If Lizzie could handle this well, she might even earn Eleanor's approval. But then, she thought of Rose.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

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.

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

One could notice the urgeness in her voice and even the way she replied shows that she is really concerned about her friend. Elizabeth Brooks also known as Liz is the only friend of Eddie Hemsworth. Even though they are best of friends,they are the exact opposite of each other. Eddie is the good girl type,the type of girl that only care about her future and doesn't have time for men. While Liz is the playgirl type,the one that could date three guys at a type and even break up with them a the same time. She's flirty too,she flirts with any man that suit her taste. In short,Eddie and Liz are the exact opposite of each other. "I'm not okay,I'm really not okay"Eddie uttered sadly,her voice shaky

I slam the laptop lid down with a loud thud, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs as I look up. Liz is standing at the edge of the hallway, wearing her bright red pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. Her dark hair is a wild, messy halo around her head, but her eyes look awake and locked onto my guilty face. She looks at my white knuckles resting on the closed laptop, then looks at the dark circles under my eyes. "Violetta," Liz says as she walks over to the island, her bare feet making a soft slapping sound against the hardwood. She reaches out, grabs the edge of my laptop lid, and forces it open before I can stop her.

Liam: “And then I'm going to do so many things. I have a lot of friends that I want to make and I have so many things that I want to do at school. Yesterday our teacher told us that we were going to do something that is big. She did not tell us what it is, but she said that only big kids can do it and that we were big kids now. And we could do it.” Anastasia said excitedly as she spoke to Alaria, who was taking a sip of her coffee.

The woman carried herself effortlessly, the dark shade dressing her like it was made just for her. “Hi,” she said in a hushed tone with a smile. “Hello,” Emma replied. She had fifteen more minutes before the next class started. “I’m Liz. I just transferred here this semester.” “Emma. Regular student.” “Also Mrs. William’s guinea pig.” “I’m not a willing participant,” Emma grumbled. “Four years in college and she hasn’t tired of embarrassing me every week.” She rolled the wire slowly on a hand. “Are we on the same class?”