Michael X Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Anaj shook her head almost idly, begging the princess to go so she wouldn't embarrass herself further. Elizabeth sighed, sheepishly smiling at Anaj, who had come to her aid. "I knew it." Anaj shook her head, agreeing with what Elizabeth had come to mind. Elizabeth gazed at her, dissatisfied with her reaction. Penelophe is a sweet person, and her mother adored that woman as if she were her own. Elizabeth does not believe that there's an issue in her connection with her mother. Maybe, she still had a lot to learn and prove in order to give her mother the joy she always wanted.

"Mum.. what are you doing?" Elizabeth chuckled and itched the back of her head as if caught in a bad act.. "Well you see..I heard Mr Wales son is quite a catch...I mean he's good looking and still a bachelor" Mia's expression remained indifferent, she had a hunch about this.. "Mum! are you trying to get rid of me?" Elizabeth sprang up to her feet and placed a palm over Mia's mouth.. "Not at all dear.. I'm so sorry, I didn't know when it slipped out"

This was fun! "Did Charlotte also come?" Leandro glanced at him and said nothing. If he wasn't curious about who Charlene was and what she looked like, he would want to leave now. Michael thought Leandro was very boring and wanted to go find Elizabeth. At that moment, Elizabeth also found Michael. She saw Michael, so naturally she saw Leandro too. Elizabeth's hand, waving a small flag, came to a sudden stop. "I'm going! This time it was really exciting!"

"That you were talking to her? You didn’t think I’d find out? You didn’t think I’d be hurt that you were keeping something from me?" Michael looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, Elizabeth spoke again, her voice cutting through the tension in the room. "This isn’t the time for this, Michael. You need to focus on Cassie. There’s no telling who took her, or why, but it’s not about your personal drama right now."

"Erika said you're not in a good place. I swung by your place, and your mom said you were out, meeting a client. Given your pregnancy, though, how are you supposed to drink liquor and socialize?" Eleanor turned around and found herself staring at Michael. The chill in the winter night was harsh, and he wore a thick, black coat with a brown paper bag in his hand, his expression solemn. Her voice was dry and hoarse. "How did you find me?" Instead of answering her, Michael resumed what he said. "You met with Dexter, didn't you?" She asked, "How much do you know?" He didn't hide anything from her. "Elendex Group made an official announcement about their marriage tonight. They'll be husband and w

He moves in the water, to float a little over her. Elizabeth's eyes flick between Michael and me, then to Charlotte, to James and back again. James straightens up, his head tilting. Charlotte also sits up, her grin morphing from enthusiasm to cheek. "I..." Elizabeth begins, then stutters to a halt. Michael stands between her splayed legs, holding her with a hand at each knee and buried inside her, "Yes? Beth...? C'mon, talk to me. What do you want?" "I..." She colours up. Gulps...

“You do like her!” “Elizabeth!” Mike snapped, his tone sharp enough to make her pause. But her shock quickly turned into amusement. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Mike groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re impossible.” Elizabeth grinned, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Mike Blackwell, the stoic, stone-hearted eldest brother, has a crush. This is gold.” “Are you done?” he asked, his tone icy. “Not even close,” she teased, but she decided to let him escape—for now

vibe, the type who always smells like money and good advice. Jordan exhaled like he just found oxygen. “Uncle Michael,” he said, standing to hug him. “It's good to see you.” “It's good to see you too, Jordan.” They hugged briefly, and Michael turned to Elizabeth. “You look gloomy,” he teased lightly. “What’s wrong this time?” Elizabeth folded her arms and pointed at Jordan. “Ask him.” Michael raised a brow at Jordan. Jordan sighed. “Your sister is being manipulative as always.” Elizabeth gasped like someone stabbed her ego.

Xavier shook his head. Seven days later, on his birthday, he would leave Elizabeth behind and fly to Neirway. At the same time, he would arrange for her and Connor's wedding, fulfilling their love story. After his secretary left, Xavier's phone vibrated. A notification popped up. Elizabeth had used the company's official account to post a photo of blue fireworks, tagging him in the caption. [My dear husband, happy fifth wedding anniversary. Love you forever.] Within seconds, the post exploded, comments flooding in beyond count.

There’s something cold in their eyes that makes me want to coil away from her in repulsion. "Sebastien!" Michael greets me, his voice smooth but lacking warmth. “Michael. Elizabeth.” I nod toward them, keeping my expression neutral. “Thank you for meeting us,” Elizabeth says, her tone clipped. “We have a lot to discuss.” “Yeah, I figured as much,” I reply, trying to gauge their mood. “What’s on your mind?” Michael steps closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s about the agreement we made years ago regarding Aria.”