Pure White Elizabeth Novels & Stories

She was about to greet her when she saw Lana shake her head to her, and then look the other way as if she did not know her. ‘What is going on?’ thought Marianne. She knows that Lana is under Francois’ command so she did not question her. She had been a military doctor before when she was Kenny, so she is aware of some procedures. She then freshens herself without giving away that she knows Lana who is busily retouching her make up at the very end. A lady enters the ladies room while Marianne is busily retouching her lipstick, and walks to her. “Mrs Davidson,” said Dr Sarah Eli, who walks straight to where Marianne is.

’ I could feel Asher drooling in my head as he said this. Slowly she turned and my eyes traveled up her bottom. Her almost white hair was swept up perfectly on top of her head where more water like trinkets trickled when she came full face I saw her pouty lips. Her eyes were closed. There was a mark above her left breast. ‘She is Pure! Just like us!’ Asher whined. My eyes kept traveling, her breasts were large but just right on her body you could really see her hour glass figure. A thigh high slit went up her dress and it took everything in me to not pop a hard on right there. Her hands traveled down as she kept moving to the music.

Elizabeth stood with Shakar right in her face, she looked into his eyes and could see the angry written all over his expression. She didn’t want to start any form of argument, she wasn’t in the mood. Elizabeth slow backed away from him wanting to leave before a scene happened. “Your mother is nothing but a gold digger, looking for money like a cheap whore. That’s the only reason she wants to get married to my father isn’t it? Oh let’s not forget about the fame and power that comes with being a Manga, tempting” he spoke not minding what his words would do to Elizabeth.

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

Queen Elisabeth’s boutique was busy that afternoon. Several tailors walked back and forth carrying fabrics, while an assistant was arranging beads on the long table. Olivia stood in front of the large mirror with a bright expression on her face. “Mom… this is so beautiful,” she said, holding the waistline of the white dress that was only half finished. Elena—known to everyone as Queen Elisabeth—smiled with satisfaction. “Of course it’s beautiful. Who do you think Mommy is?”

“What your plan today?” She sipped her coffee before answering Edward’s question. “I am going to visit my mom’s office…” she mentioned a top magazine office in the city and Edward skewed his face to her after hearing it. “Are you Jane Dovey’s child?” Elena nodded. “Why?” she picked up some berries and put them into her mouth. Edward grinned. “I sensed it since we first met.” Angelo chewed his breakfast. “You produce some clothing products under the label ‘Rouge’?”

A pretty, black haired, black woman stood behind her with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, smiling politely. "Hello," she responded. "Can I help you?" "Yes, I am here to see Brandon." She watched the woman's brows furrow right before she asked, "Do you have an appointment?" Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't." The lady blinked, annoyance shining in her eyes. "Do you mind telling me your name so that I could check in with the boss?" "My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth West." Her eyes suddenly widened. "You're Elizabeth?" She whisper yelled, rushing over to her.

Recognition dawned on Elliot's face first. "Wait. Elizabeth? Elizabeth Pearson? The quiet one who's always reading in the back corner of the library?" Buck frowned, trying to place her in his memory. "The girl with the weird books about ancient pack treaties and battle strategies? That's the Princess?" "She's not weird, she's brilliant," Elliot muttered, then caught himself when both his mother and brother turned to stare at him. He cleared his throat. "I've seen her reading material. It's... advanced."

After checking my bruised body, I donned the gown I had found outside my bedroom. I knew it was what Vercel had prepared for me. It was an elegant white gown made of silk, hugging my neck and arms conservatively. Yet it accentuated every curve of my body, with a subtle peek of my legs revealed whenever I walked, thanks to the gown’s slit. The dress flowed all the way to the ground. After applying some powder and lipstick and brushing my hair—thank goodness it was healthy, so I didn’t have to stress about styling—I let it fall freely down my back. Then I slipped on a pair of earrings.

I answer, staring at the fair, pretty woman probably in her seventies with lots of grey hair and a pale blue. "We've visited her last week and she is welcoming but can be," Anna explains before setting the picture aside and then bring another picture of a woman in her mid-fifties having a striking resemblance to Elizabeth and also features. "This is Jumai Wilson, Eli's mother and Elizabeth daughter," I reply and she nods.