Pure White Elizabeth Novels & Stories

That night, because the light was not too bright and the distance between them was too far, Elizabeth could not see her face clearly. Now that they had met again, Elizabeth could clearly see her gorgeous face and how noble she was. She seemed to understand why she had lost. Perhaps, it was not her family background. She might not be able to win even with her beauty. Elizabeth slowly stood up. She knew that she had been recognized, and instead of reminding Shirley of the places where they met and causing a misunderstanding, she might as well confess it herself. Thus, she simply said, "Ms. Pollard, I am the housekeeper of Mr. Marquez. we met before at Mr. Marquez's villa."

ELIZABETH. I stare in bewilderment, my gaze flickering between James and Zara. She has a small smile on, her brown eyes glimmering with cordiality as she steps further inside the room. She looks way prettier than the picture of her James showed me. Her brown hair extends over her shoulders and she has a small face. I can see where James got his unblemished skin from because this woman has absolutely no pores. "Hi! Elizabeth, right?" I’m stunned when my name leaves her mouth and I meet Mom’s eyes before I look back at her and nod swiftly. "Yeah. Um, hello."

I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I settled my gaze on the Rose bush just off his right shoulder. "Yes, It's nice to see you again." I said. "You as well Elizabeth." He gave a nod then gestured to the women sitting in the white banquet chair next to him. "This is my wife, Tina. She's a nurse." The women gave a small wave with a smile, her perfect white teeth flashed at me showing her status. She must have originally been born in the West division. Her thick dark ringlets were elegantly pulled into an updo. She was slender and well porportioned, with melanated skin. How lucky he was. Many men could only dream to be given a women so beautiful and educated.

“Elizabeth is a con artist and her sister is a robber. And you trust her with Edward?” “Yes,” I say seriously. “I do. And I love her.” Mother’s lips pull into a thin line. “Are you sure you’re not too infatuated with her to see clearly?” “I’m sure. She’s had a hard life, Mother. Her own mother was an addict and Elizabeth dropped out of school to raise her brother and sister. She was only able to go back when her alcoholic father showed up, and then her mother OD’d and died. Elizabeth is the one who found her and had to say her siblings she was dead. Her father is in a shithole of a nursing home and she’s the only one taking care of him.”

“Long time no see, Elizabeth; you are getting more and more beautiful!” Helen's face changed instantly and she hurriedly greeted Elizabeth, pretending to be close. “Elizabeth, hey there!” Una was greeted with a busy laugh and an obsequious charm. After all, after the death of William's first wife, it was a common consensus that Elizabeth stepped into her shoes. They saw her as the rightful wife of Chairman William, and many wanted to curry favor with her. Elizabeth was the youngest daughter of the Bright family. Even if she had cut ties with the Brights to marry William, who was already a married man, she was still a rich girl. Una and Helen couldn’t hold a candle to her.

"You look like you enjoyed that." Elizabeth whirled around at the sound of the voice. "Who's there?" she said, finally starting to feel a bit of fear. She saw no one; but there was enough fog about tonight that that wasn't particularly surprising. It wasn't all that thick, though, and when the speaker stepped out of it, Elizabeth could see her clearly. A young woman stood before her, roughly mid twenties she looked like, with neck-length black hair and a pair of the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. She had her hands in the pockets of her open trench coat, under which she had on some simple street clothes. But it was her eyes that truly caught Elizabeth's attention, shining like a pair of emera

Allen nodded in understanding he spoke againg, "My dear queen if I may be bold" Elizabeth looked at him and said, "Speak". "Why are you showing so much concern to a mare human girl Your Majesty? Is she really Princess Aisha as they guessed before" Allen asked with expectant eyes. Elizabeth smiled lightly as she said "I wish she was.... I really wish" Elizabeth sighed deeply before continuing "She is not Aisha… She is Henry and Diana's daughter Elena". "Your Majesty…" Allen was shocked. "I was as shocked as you are when she told me the truth," Elizabeth said.

Adriana’s Point of View The room where Elizabeth awaited her fate was dim and unwelcoming, its sparse furnishings and plain white walls starkly contrasting with the lavish surroundings she had once commanded as Luna. Two pack warriors stood guard at the door, their expressions unreadable but their stances alert. Inside, Elizabeth sat stiffly on a plain wooden chair, her back straight and her chin raised in defiance. Her once-impeccable appearance was fraying; her outfit was wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place, but her pride remained intact.

Alexis, sensing the shift, asked, "Did my dad leave a note?" Jonathan fumbled in his pocket and gave Alexis a folded piece of paper. Alexis read it aloud, her voice trembling slightly: "Lizzie, tonight the world celebrates QuantumTech, but my eyes search only for you. Let this gown be a token of my appreciation for you.” Lizzie's fingers clenched into fists. She knew the note was a thinly veiled apology, a narcissistic attempt to reclaim control. She walked towards Jonathan, her voice firm, "How much was this dress?"

It all died down when Yolandi raised her staff. "Elizabeth Phillip please come to the stage." Everyone looked around for her, I searched the crowd but couldn't find her. "There she is." An old man pointed a place on my left and I turned to look at her, she looked beautiful. She was dressed in a knee length white gown, her hair was in waves and it flowed beautifully to her back. "Wow." I said quietly as she walked up to me, she looked so beautiful I fell in love with her all over again, her scents filled my nose, a took a deep breathe and I inhaled the sweet sent of cherries and peaches.