Lizzie Saltzman Novels & Stories

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

She looked relaxed and leisurely, yet shrewd and imperious all at once. Elizabeth pursed her lips and said, "Hello Miss Lisa, I am Elizabeth Liang." "I'll leave you guys to it," after that, Amy opened the glass door and went out. Lisa lit the cigarette in her mouth, took a long drag, and then exhaled a straight wisp of white smoke. She was clearly a seasoned woman, but she did not make people feel uncomfortable or repulsed. "Elizabeth Liang? A top student from A University?" Lisa spoke calmly in a somewhat husky voice.

Her smirk grows as she leans on her desk right in front of me. “I think we need to start fresh. Hey I am Topaz, High Priestess of this realm, I have held my title for as long as I can remember. Now I sense something in you that I like and think we can have some fun” She says in a matter factly voice, I can't help smiling at her. I take her hand that she has outstretched in front of me. “I am Lizzy, I had no idea who, or what I was until quite recently. My mother died when I was a child, I spent most of my life in an asylum” I say, I notice her interest is pricked at the mention of the asylum.

They both then went back to their respective work with smiles on their beautiful faces. Lizzy was a simple girl from a humble background. She joined the hotel just a month ago as a kitchen staff. She was pretty good looking with short red hair and green eyes. She was Hispanic. Her parents had migrated to Canada before her birth. Now they both worked in the same hospital as nurses while Lizzy followed her passion and studied Culinary before joining this hotel. What Athena liked about Lizzy was her bubbly and caring personality. She was very kind towards all the staff working in the kitchen and never even raised her voice once at anyone. This made Athena like her even more.

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.”

“I don’t even want to know.” Lizzie giggled and sprung up to her feet. “I will see you later.” Lizzie skipped to the door and let herself out. I followed behind her and shut the door. Why was she so full of energy in the morning? *** It was 5 p.m. when Lizzie came up to my apartment in a bright pink outfit. A pair of leggings, sneakers and a crop top. I looked at her from head to toe and cocked my head to the side. “I know a great gym nearby. It’s great to help you get rid of your hangover. You know, sweat it out!”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Chloe's jaw tightened. I leaned down, whispered, "Play nice," against her ear. She smirked. "No promises.” “Wait! Hold up, you guys!” Lizzie practically flew down the flight of stairs waving her phone like a flag and her hair gathered up in a bun. She was in her spongebob pajamas. “Lizzie, be careful.” Savannah scolded her. She was breathing fast, her hands on her knees when she reached where we stood. “I know, I know. I just need a picture from you both.” She raised a finger. “Just one.”

"Hello Lizzy." "Lau!" Elizabeth Michaels' cheerful high pitched voice came on the line. "Don't tell me you're still awake at this hour or did I wake you up?" Lizzy, as she was called for short, was her best friend. Her only friend in fact. They met in their first year at the university and just like Laura, she was also from a rich family. Her father owned hotels and her mother was a lawyer, while her elder brother assisted their father in controlling the family business. She was studying the same course with Laura in school and was the only one that stood up for Laura against her step family and bullies, the girl could use her mouth to put someone in their place and on many occasions, she ha

"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."