Pure White Elizabeth Novels & Stories

It was not hard to spot Elizabeth as a Commoner, though she had fairer skin than most; her skin was too dark for any Noble and every middle-class Family would pour their resources on polishing their daughters so they would marry well and return the fortune back to the Family. Only Commoners had such a skin. The void smile on Oliviér's face began twisting, it twisted swiftly into his star "sweet" smile. "Lady Vivian, Andrew Hill does not know his left from his right even if common knowledge slapped him in the face whereas my new assistant….." he paused mid-way. He turned back to Elizabeth and opened his mouth again. "Assistant, come here and speak to Lady Vivian about your qualifications." El

The door might yet close. Privately, she thought the girl's looks should carry the day. Elizabeth, in a ball dress of white crêpe with velvet ribbons spangled with gold, and her hair in a myriad loose curls confined by a ribbon with a bow over her left eye, was a vision to please even the most exacting critic. If only she would be a little conciliating!

I met her gaze, searching for something—anything—that might explain the growing pit in my stomach. “She’s not your enemy,” Elizabeth added, stirring her tea absentmindedly. “But she’s not your friend either.” “Then what is she?” Elizabeth smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “She’s Alexandra Whitmore,” she said simply. “That’s all you need to know.” --- Later that afternoon, Adrian returned home earlier than usual. I found him in his office, sleeves rolled up as he poured over paperwork. I lingered in the doorway, watching him for a moment before stepping inside.

Laughter carried ahead of the arrivals, voices rising bright and confident as though the evening were nothing but a celebration. ‎One by one, they entered the house. His mother first, regal and sharp-eyed, followed by his father with his controlled stride. His brothers and their wives trailed behind, dressed in elegance, their smiles practiced for the photographs they knew would follow. And Elizabeth, of course, glided forward to greet them as though she had been born into their circl ‎ She wore cream silk, understated yet luminous, the sort of color that whispered purity while hiding poison beneath.

He forgot about the witch, he realized. “Hello, I’m Kate. Nice to meet you,” she decided to present herself. “Hi, nice to meet you too. I’m Elizabeth,” Elizabeth offered her hand, and Kate shook it. Kate was a short redhead with bouncy curls that compensated for her lack in height. Her blue eyes were deep and wild and in contrast with the color of her hair and milky skin. “Welcome to our world, Elizabeth. I am glad Henry finally found his promised one.” she smiled gently.

He gives Kendrick a disapproving stare as I spy Elizabeth taking his right hand to squeeze on the table. Elizabeth is quiet and sweet. She is beautiful with the right curves, smart and always knows what to say at the right time, and overall, a mom material. Nevertheless, I have a problem with her pup. She has no right bringing such perfection into this world. And now, she is my step-sister.

I bowed and turned to leave. “The bow isn’t necessary,” Kaelor said. I paused. My chest heaved. “Yes, Your Highness,” I said, leaving the dining room. I strolled around the palace, admiring the art galleries. Everything was beautiful, but one particular painting stopped me—a lady in a purple dress, elegant but sorrowful. “Do you love art?” an old man asked, startling me. “I do,” I replied. “This lovely lady in purple is Princess Elizabeth. She died before becoming queen. Some say she was too weak, an omega. Others claim she was poisoned after Priness Sabriel child dedication.” he explained.

Apart from seeing her as her teacher, Elizabeth also saw her as a motherly figure. Sure, it reminded her of the days when she was still in the Wilde’s household, but, with each sunrise, she got used to Palio being by her side. However, it was foolish of her to think it would last forever. Elizabeth should have known that her happy time would soon bite her in the back. She is a witch, after all. It was during one of her trips back from the market. She chanced upon an elderly woman in rags breathing heavily against the wall of the alley. Concerned, she gave her an apple, but... “I don’t need that, Miss. I am on the last leg of my life when… I wasn’t supposed to be.” Elizabeth furrowed her brow

Elizabeth took a long, slow sip… and said the words like she was discussing the weather. “I killed her.” I blinked. Tapped my ears. Surely I heard wrong. This bitch did not just say she killed someone! “You did WHAT?” I shouted. Elizabeth sighed, rolling her eyes. “I killed the maid, Selena. That’s what I said.” “ARE YOU MAD?!” I screamed, grabbing my hair. “Why would you KILL her?!” “Because I needed her identity,” Elizabeth replied calmly. “Relax. No one will find her. And since she was new, it won’t matter. Her records weren’t even processed yet.”

“And he’ll pay for that weakness. He chose you over me. Over bloodlines. Over purity. I will cleanse his name of your filth.” Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment, her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. “You’re wrong,” she whispered. “You don’t understand love. That’s why you’re empty. Why you’ll never be anything but a shadow of who you could’ve been.” Arya’s hand darted forward, grabbing Elizabeth’s jaw roughly. “Say one more word and I’ll finish what I started with the brat.” At that, something ancient and powerful sparked behind Elizabeth’s eyes. She looked up, defiance growing through the haze of pain. “You will regret this,” she said hoarsely. “Czar will come. And he will see wha