Pure White Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Edde said pleadingly, his humbleness was obvious but Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him and left the room. Climbing down the Stairs quietly Elizabeth sighted the white lady sitting on the one sitter couch with her eyes focused on her very expensive Iphone, she had a pink colored hair and her acrylic nails were fucking lengthy!. "She looks like a bitch indeed" Elizabeth thought as she stepped down from the stairs with Edde behind her. "Hey Ed… Oh hi, Edde's new slu… Wife nice meeting you" she said in a smile as she stood up and made towards Elizabeth with her hand stretched for a shake which Elizabeth took and let out a slight smile.

Her voice was still soft and gentle as before, but she was shaking with excitement as she said, "Nate! An anonymous person just informed us that they would be footing all of the hospital bills for your grandmother! "And that's not all. They even offered to settle the bills for all of the patients! Oh my god, I wonder who this generous billionaire could be?" I ended the call. Felix started walking toward me, but I kept backing away from him. Suddenly, I felt like I didn't know who he was anymore. Eventually, I backed into the wall behind me. "Was it… you?" My voice trembled. "Yes." I didn't think that he would come clean with me so quickly.

“Why would she go this far?” Elizabeth looked at me like the answer was obvious. “Because you threaten her.” I frowned. “She’s Chloe Whitmore. I’m literally nobody.” “Elena,” Elizabeth said carefully, “you keep acting like people here only care about money.” “They do.” “They also care about attention. Rankings. Reputation. Status.” She crossed her arms. “And lately? You’ve been taking things that used to belong to Chloe. I just didn't expect her to get herself this dirty.” That made uncomfortable sense.

Clearly, they were discussing the next moves, or at least that what I was going to guess. Once inside, I found Elizabeth was patiently waiting by the couch in the vaunted living room, just looking over the computer monitors, looking confused. I guess it was hard to understand the way the attacks were coming. It was so different. So, varied. “Finally,” her clam, collected voice called out. Her voice was angelic like that would almost miss it if you didn’t pay attention. “You’re here. By the gods. Come closer honey.” Elizabeth almost resembled one of the gods that I remember studying about from my lessons on Norse Mythology. She was a tall, skinny, black woman, who held beautiful brown eyes, t

Elizabeth. She appeared unscathed, radiating a beauty that contradicted the worries on my mind. There was no sign of tiredness from a frantic rush; it seemed she had strolled in confidently. As if she had taken her sweet time to get here. Elizabeth was undeniably stunning, her perfect curves mirroring that of her mother. Yet today, something was different—she radiated an unusual beauty, a magnetic aura I hadn’t fully noticed until now. Her confidence shone around her like a warm glow.

She leaves quickly and Charlie stays holding Eliza to the mattress. “Elizabeth Suzannah Wellsong. That’s who you are, right?” Eliza looks up at her sister half terrified, “Then pull yourself together, get on some clean clothes and come to the clinic with us. Now. Don’t make me do it for you.” Eliza groans and struggles to free herself from Charlie’s grip. Charlie lets her go and she goes to the wardrobe and grabs some clothes then goes to the bathroom to get dressed.

Her smile was kind and full of genuine pity. "Thank you." She responded politely. A girl no older than seven stared up at Elizabeth from behind the short woman. Her irises were nearly black underneath the thick rim of her pristinely white coif. Most of her thin body was shielded from her mother's generous posterior and full skirt. The occasional rustle of a breeze blew the girl's pale yellow dress around her mother and into visibility.

He looks worse than ever. Elizabeth has finally gotten what she wants. The revenge she has always anticipated but why does it seem that she is not happy. Why does it seem that her heart yearns for something. She has done so well avoiding Richard. She doesn't want to have any conversion with him. It will only make things worse. She used the last two weeks to get things together. She has merged Sky corporation with the Presley corporation. Even Evelyn's hotel belongs to her now. She is now the richest business woman in America. The media are all over her, but she's not giving them the chance.

he asserted with a tight voice. "Is it that serious?" Eliza asked. "See for yourself!" he ordered, handing her the phone. Eliza covered her mouth, skeptical of what she saw in the photos, while Zeus felt relieved and ready to destroy the man who dared to toy with his daughter. "Father, mother!" Elizabeth stumbled into the room, already dressed up. This time, her mother didn't wrinkle her nose at her appearance. She was dressed as befitting a billionaire heiress. Since she was sixteen, Elizabeth hadn't behaved like an heiress. She had slipped into her nanny's house and pretended to be a poor girl.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her chest rising as if each one cost her. “Can you stop staring? I know I’m not one of your models with perfect tits.” She shifted, trying to cover herself, but I caught her wrist in a brutal grip. “Don’t,” My voice was rough. “Trust me, none of them held a candle to you.” And it was the truth. I’d seen women, every shape, every kind. But Elizabeth cleared them all. She burned brighter, fiercer, until everyone else looked like shadows beside her.