روايات وقصص ضمن Pride And Prejudice Fanfiction Darcy Protects Elizabeth

Phedra Elizabeth is in a dark chain of thoughts. Phedra Elizabeth felt her ears on her chest, her heart beating very fast. Phedra Elizabeth felt arms tighten around her. In addition, the two arms were gracefully moving up and down on her back. Phedra Elizabeth looked up to see Duncan Hiddleston in a state of elation. “Finally, I have changed the important place in your heart. I have become important to you. You have changed your eyes on me. I no longer have every night imagining you need me.”

I brought a hand to her cheek and twisted her head in my direction, forcing her chin up to look me in the eyes. "Everything is okay, Grace. Are you listening? Whatever happened here tonight is between you and your father, no one else. I will protect you, I will always protect you. I give my heart and soul to that promise." I spared a backwards glance to her father and could guess what had happened from the pained look that still marred his features, as well as the way Grace was behaving.

I sighed deeply, pondering over her behaviour and what Dane said. I opened my bedroom window a little as it felt a little warm, spotting her car outside and smiled sadly. No one should suffer like Elizabeth had, no matter how many small digs she made at me. I assumed she was simply scared to lose Dane and if anything were to happen between Dane and I, I promise, I would never make her feel like she was losing him as a friend. I didn’t know about Dane’s past relationships and if Elizabeth had felt insecure because of them. But I would make sure she didn’t feel the need to worry when it came to me.

She was just too stubborn to accept it. Maybe Damien wasn’t thinking about her. Perhaps he had found someone else to warm his bed. He had options. From the beginning she knew he was desirable—why had she ever believed he would settle for a single mom in the first place? “I’m going out for a walk.” Ashton shrugged, unbothered. “Come back before it gets dark.” Elizabeth stepped out of the room and felt like her world was shifting. She didn’t even know what was real anymore. There was one place she could go—among the very limited places she was allowed in the Base, this one brought her the most comfort.

She cried uncontrollably, releasing all the grief she had kept locked away for so long. "I promise I will protect you," Nathan whispered. His own tears fell as well, unable to contain the sorrow that spread from the woman in his arms. "Don’t cry anymore," Nathan murmured as he pulled Elizabeth into a tight and protective embrace. In the middle of such an emotional storm, what Elizabeth needed was nothing more than a warm and sincere embrace, and Nathan gave it to her without hesitation. After crying for some time, Elizabeth slowly regained her awareness. She realized that she had soaked Nathan’s black suit with her tears and the stains from her face.

she hissed feeling repulse and fear but he wouldn’t listen, he took one knee between her legs to strengthen her restriction. He took his eyes over to her chest and began rolling one free hand down her cleavage, his hand touching her breast made her want to squeal, Elizabeth was fighting vigorously at this point, she couldn’t scream, she wondered where Jace had ran off to and prayed dearly that he would appear, her eyes had occasionally ran dangerously over to Coco.

“Like she’s the rightful Luna. She’s in the packhouse like it’s hers. And Caspian can’t see through her.” “She will not get away with this,” Darius said firmly. “I’ll speak to the council myself if I have to.” “She framed you for the murder, didn’t she?” Elizabeth asked, her voice quiet. I nodded once. “We’ll fix this,” she said. “You’re not alone anymore. And your child...” she glanced at my stomach, something fierce in her gaze, “—will be protected. I swear it.” My lip trembled. “Thank you.” “We’ll take you back with us,” Darius said. “We’ll get you far away from this madness.”

How could I ever stand out in a crowd like that? I pull my knees to my chest, hugging them tightly as Elizabeth and Darcy exchange their sharp, witty banter on screen. I want to believe in that kind of love, the kind that’s meant to be, that overcomes pride and prejudice. But reality isn’t a Jane Austen novel. Rami isn’t Darcy, and I’m not Elizabeth. Not really. And as much as I want to believe I could be the one to capture his attention, the one who stands out in his world of endless possibilities, I can’t shake the gnawing feeling that I’m just another face in the crowd.

The picture of her dancing with Felix would no doubt grace the cover of at least one tabloid first thing tomorrow morning. Any other company looking to snag Felix would see that Darcy Enterprises had beaten them to the punch. With that thought, Kelly moved easily to the rhythm of the music. She smiled and eased out of Felix's embrace so she could spin around before coming back to join him. The move gave anyone aiming for a photo op an unfettered view of her smiling…and wearing such a beautiful dress.... Thanks to Lizzy.

Darcy rubbed his head shouting in grievance. Elizabeth covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Adam hugged her close as he shot a warning glance. He wouldn’t have agreed to this if it wasn’t for the bigger picture. Everyone was in a world of their own that no one noticed the shadow guard behind Elizabeth raising his hand to pat Elizabeth’s back in a comforting gesture. Elizabeth ignored Adam and sat beside Darcy holding his hand “Don’t bother with your father. Tell mom, where does it hurt?” “Here…” Darcy feigned grievance as he pointed to his heart and winked mischievously at Elizabeth.