Lizzy X Petunia Novels & Stories

Lily said and closed her eyes Opening her eyes the whole temper changed "You came" Lisa said softly as she relaxed on The sofa lazily Liam looked at the same person but different personalities in front of him The both are really two typed Lisa has this lazy temper abd she doesn't care about anything Lily can be said to be a carefree personality and is really cruel and cares about so many things "Are you ok" Liam asked gently Obviously he wasn't gentle to Lily "Am fine just a little tired" Lisa said as she crossed her leg

"No, I want to actually, I am bottom," He said with a shy smile, Liam's mom clapped. "Yes!!, Finally, you know he has always been bottom but seeing that he is the dominant one here he must really like you a lot," "The feeling is mutual ma'am," "I can tell, you can call me Lizzy though, I am Elizabeth,"

I call, already knowing who it is. The door opens and Lizzy walks in. Her honey blonde hair falls in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her grey eyes are sharp, calculating. She moves with the grace of a predator, every step purposeful. This is what a future Luna should look like. Strong. Capable. From a bloodline that would strengthen the pack rather than weaken it. Not some human girl with no sense of the world she's stumbled into. “Alpha Warren.” Lizzy bows her head respectfully before closing the door behind her. “You wanted to see me?”

___ "Oh, my God! You look so fantastic!" Lizzy told me to turn around so I did. I wore a casual beige dress with a ribbon on my waist, partnered with a simple pair of white flats. My hair was curled also by Lizzy but I didn't let her put too much makeup on my face. I just applied powder and lip balm. "Do you think Zion will like it?" I asked her. "Of course! If Zion is a picky man, why would he ask to date someone who always wears sweatpants," she said, mocking my style again.

Rebekah asked. "Yeah, we can be kitty cats this time" Pearl replied, and Morgan laughed, folding her fists and begging gawd to keep restraining her cos she badly wants to rip Lizzy apart already. Her pretence game is mad! They got to class and Lizzy took permission to go to the restroom immediately. They followed her secretly, and then Sybil entered the class. "Sybil come here! What's going on with the four friends?" Teal pulled her. "Lizzy is a devil, trust me. Can't believe she has been trying to kill Pearl. She obviously likes Banks too" Sybil explained.

But she never wore beautiful clothes like this, ever. When Emma was so lost in her thoughts, a young girl of Emma's age walked inside her room, as the door was open. Lizzy is the daughter of one of the made men, who work under their boss Mr. Vitiello. She was assigned the task of showing a girl name Emma around the Vitiello mansion. She thought she needs to bear with a headstrong brainless bimbo, who wears small clothes and looks at others down her nose. If she is related to Mr. Vitiello, and if he personally went to pick her up, then she would be someone, Lizzy wouldn't like.

hello guys, thanks for checking out this book. i promise it will be well worth it. love y'all. SYNOPSIS My mind and heart were all over the place as I stared straight into his blue grayish eyes, this time not looking away. “What do you want Liz?” I gulped, “you.” ~ Lizzy Greene, a popular actress and heiress to a multimillionaire company attends ‘the royals’ high school. School for the rich and high status. What happens when the new hot guy expected at her school is actually her neighbor next door?

LUNA ASTERBELLE’S POV A sticky hand held one of my legs as I was about to go out of the basement. In an attempt to kick it away, I caught a glimpse of a woman’s hair. "Lizzy?" I uttered her name before I bent down to grab both of her arms for me to carry. "Lend me your assistance out here for a while, Dawn." I ordered him at the same time that I lent him Lizzy’s right arm, which he carefully wrapped around his shoulders.

The lens would zoom in and out on animals, plants, and the sky. "Lily-kins, are you ready for today?" Dad asks. The only person to call me Lily-kins was mom. It was the nickname she blessed me with. Dad is using it now to see if I am ready to talk at her funeral. In many ways, sharing a poem at her funeral is more complicated than facing Kelly in a courtroom full of people.

“Do you want her to be your pet, a belonging, or a thing, Bash? It’s your Trinity we’re talking about, dumbass!” My brow furrows. “What do you mean by a pet, a thing, Lizzy?” “Well, she’s not an animal, or your property, idiot!” I can feel her rolling her eyes. “I can’t understand you, Lizzy!” I snap, and I’m getting annoyed. “Because you’re a dumb, baby brother!” she answers almost immediately. “Talk to me, Lizzy. I need your help, pretty freaking bad.”