Pure White Elizabeth Novels & Stories

"Madam she's in a bad condition I can't say anything right now." The nurses wheeled Elizabeth Jones into the operation theatre. Verona kept pacing around the hospital halls anxiously. FLASHBACK Elizabeth was only 18 years old. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. She was a very slender girl. She was studying at Winston Academy rewriting her Biology paper since she hadn't gotten very good grades. ELIZABETH "Selena just texted me the address of the boutique. I'll be there in exactly thirty minutes," I said quietly while smiling. " Fine" Lena muttered at the other end.

"Uh, yeah, something like that. My name is Ethan. I... I think I took a wrong turn. This place—it's not what I'm used to. Where exactly am I?" She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she sauntered closer, her hips swaying under the layers of her skirt. The scent of lavender and something muskier hit me, making my head spin even more. "Wrong turn? Oh, you poor thing. You're in Madame Elizabeth's establishment, the finest house of pleasure in all of Whitechapel. And I am Elizabeth, naturally. Now, tell me, what brings a fine specimen like you stumbling through my door looking so disheveled?"

Mawar asked in return. Elizabeth was indeed a widow with one child. Yet, for some reason, she still seemed so innocent when it came to matters like this. Mawar sometimes found herself wondering about it. Elizabeth smiled faintly and shook her head. “I never used a bridal chamber like this.” She looked around the room, which had been neatly arranged. The bedsheets and all the bedding were predominantly white. “I don’t really know either. But apparently, white is considered better,” Mawar replied, finding it somewhat difficult to explain.

He was willing to do anything for her just to see a smile on her face. On the other hand, Elizabeth was the same age as Kira, but she was a bit fleshy and not slim like Kira. In fact, she has a perfect body shape with long natural hair. Her lips were red and they were natural as well. Elizabeth was a graduate, but what she did for living was living the life of a stripper. She strips for a living and satisfies both genders in one of the clubs very far away from her home and is filled with influential rich men and women.

- those were the last words he had heard from his beloved Willy. Elizabeth Winchester was a slim and tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin, her sister Willemina was the opposite, with golden hair like gold, with blue eyes like the sea, with forms a little more defined than those of her sister, for her beauty and good character had many suitors, but none could win her heart, unlike her, Elizabeth , who was engaged to Robert Jones, a town banker, noble by nature and deeply in love with his girlfriend Betsy, as he affectionately called her.

Elizabeth stood up from the sofa with her wicked smirk. "Ladies and gentlemen... Meet the mate of the mighty kings, she is nothing but just a filthy human..." Elizabeth circled serenity who was standing still with her head held high. Her long thick brunette hair was tied in a high ponytail. She was wearing a white button up shirt and black jeans with boots, no makeup but still glowing like a morning star. But her face was calm, she wasn't scared like always. Her green-blue eyes held the calmness of the silent ocean.

For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer. The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments. "Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her. "Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown.

However, I did not know her tastes yet and wanted to be sure she had ample choices. The Omega quickly put the tray down and exited the room. I could sense Elizabeth had entered the room. I was taken aback by how fresh she looked. She was wearing a soft yellow sundress that came to just above her knees. It was loose fitting, as I had suggested. It did not look like she had any underwear on which made sense given where her wounds were. However, I could not stop myself from thinking about it.

His one and only heir as an Alpha Momentarily, Elizabeth came breezing into the salon, where her father stood, staring out of the window at the sprawling lawns beyond. In a pale silky red and golden gown, a treasure of earrings, and brunette hair swept up in one of the most fashionable styles of the late 17th century, she looked every inch the young aristocrat, and with her wolf hidden from deep within when she went to the all-girl school, she wanted to call for a seer to take away the enchantment from concealing her wolf.

“What are you doing, treating him with caution? How dare he be so rude to you?” “I brought someone better. This is Elizabeth Fairchild. The second daughter of Dante Fairchild. She recently completed her schooling in New York and is now a certified surgeon.” The woman went on to introduce Elizabeth proudly, totally ignoring his remark. Taking another look at the beautiful Elizabeth, her proud smile only broadened the more. Yes, this was someone she'd love to have as a daughter-in-law, not a person like Taylor who ran away from home, refused to complete any higher form of education and instead went to acting school.