Novel & Cerita Lizzie Saltzman

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Well, girls, As you can see I'm just a few years older and this little firm of mine is my dream" She paused "I'm sure you know this things already but I'll say them again. My name is Elizabeth Parker-Saltzman, but y'all can call me Lizzie, never call my Lizabeth, only one idiot does that. My mother is Josette Parker and my brother brought you here, Kai. I'm married which is there's an addition to my last name, From the looks on your face, I see you don't know about all I've just said."

She ended. I looked to Liz. She thought we could trust her; I waited a bit before replying. "My full name is Cziro Marcus Amon. I just stick to Mark. I am 17. This," I gestured to Liz, "is my little sister Kathia Elizabeth Amon. Liz. She is-" "Seven!" Liz interrupted happily. I smiled before continuing.

But something was running in Emma’s mind, she looked longingly at Logan, who had an empty look on his face. "Lizzie," Daniel continued, his voice unwavering, "you manipulated a lot of creatures according to your own will. You attempted to kidnap and kill Grace, your stepdaughter, and you endangered the lives of countless others. And you even endangered the life of your own daughter. Tell me, are you refuting all these crimes even when the Werewolf Council caught you red-handed on the site." Lizzie's confidence seemed unshaken. "You can't prove a thing," she hissed, a sinister smile gracing her lips. "I've always been a step ahead of you, Daniel."

“Although I’m not sure I’ll ever take him up on it, given what happened the first time.” “But what was Anthony Bertram like?” said Lizzie. At Trent’s raised eyebrow, she blushed a little. “What? Anthony Bertram is one of the most eligible bachelors around. Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m blind.” “Now I’m going to have to go beat this guy up,” said Trent, only half-joking. Lizzie patted him on the arm. “No chance of me leaving you. The food’s too good.” Lizzie laughed when Trent growled, and for a moment, everyone was too distracted by the general revelry to press Thea. She took a deep breath and drank her sangria, hoping they wouldn’t keep asking her questions.

"I was about to leave. Wait for me two minutes." Ryan turned on his desk lamp and began to tidy up his desk. Seraphina hesitated before saying, "Actually, Young Master, I have something to do tonight, so I won’t be going home." Ryan furrowed his brows. "You’re not going home? Where are you going?" Seraphina blinked innocently. "I’m going to Mr. Saltzman’s birthday party. Mr. Saltzman invited me, and I agreed. I should go now." Mr. Saltzman was the Vice President of the the Whitney Group, Rial Saltzman. At 26, he was talented and handsome, a reliable subordinate of Ryan, though somewhat frivolous.

Barth said as he shut the door closed. Lizzie, feeling a bit awkward, reassured him, "No, it's fine. We can share the bed. It's just for one night." As they settled in, Barth turned to Lizzie with curiosity, "So, tell me about you. What do you do in the city?" Lizzie hesitated for a moment, deciding to hide what she truly does, she said, “Oh, I work for a company. It's not very exciting." Barth pressed on, curious he asked, "Which company?"

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned