Skullgirls Eliza Novels & Stories

Eliza was strong for a young girl as we ran in the field of flowers, scattering and decorating the sky with colors until we got to a house. The house was exactly as the house Eliza lived in my memories before my eyes went to the other versions of me that were playing poker. “Hey girls! Charlie Griffin is here!” Eliza announced as they all dropped the card. I recognized a few versions of me; Achu, Bell, Rose and Yelena but outside them, the other six were unknown. I was going to speak when the sky turned dark and the girls looked like how they were all except Eliza who was holding my hand.

“Yeah, no problem, all I have to do is get Barracuda and --” “Not from getting your triton, genius! I mean from fighting the other champion. I know that John has been training you almost your whole life, but you’ve never faced another Kaiju before,” Eliza said. She held him by the wrists and looked into his eyes as she confessed, “It’s bad enough I lost Mom. I can’t bear to lose my baby brother too.” Taylor wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a quick bear hug and said, “Love you too, Pinhead.”

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

He wasn’t as tall as Zane, but he was strikingly handsome, his amber eyes glowing softly in the light from a few lamps that dotted the expansive room here and there and a roaring fire that had to be more for show than anything else since neither of the creatures that lived here would be any more capable of catching a chill than Jo was. Eliza finally stepped forward and offered her hand. She looked nearly the same as she had in the images Jo had seen of her from when she was younger, except her hair was a dark black, not purple as it had been, and it reached past her shoulders now, tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a black pantsuit made of elegant fabric, heels, and more jewelry than J

Sana was walking down with a disappointed expression. “Rule one, never ask him anything when he is offended,” said Imran. Sana sat on the chair in a facepalm position, exhausted. “Saliha, are you going to college today?” asked Imran. “No uncle, it’s off,” she said. He nods. Just then Eliza walked out of the room, she was wearing a beautiful cane-color dress with high heels. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was looking so elegant. Beauty runs in Gardezi’s bloodline. She was indeed a goddess-like woman.

She gestured to the recording device with a sharp tilt of her head. Eliza’s eyes flicked to the camera, her face contorting in rage. “You bitch!” she hissed, wrenching her arm free. Before Raina could react, Eliza’s hand flew through the air, striking her hard across the face. The sound echoed through the small room, followed by a sharp gasp from Raina. Raina stumbled back, her head hitting the edge of the doorframe with a sickening thud. The camera wobbled again as it was knocked from its resting place, landing on the floor. The view turned sideways, capturing Raina crumpling to the ground, unconscious.

Lily Collins as Eliza Harper Eliza Harper is a young 22-year-old woman with the most gorgeous looks in the city! She has dark, chestnut hair with hazel-coloured eyes. Along with good looks, she was blessed with immense talent and knowledge. After graduating from college, she went ahead to work in her family’s business with her father as her boss. She was bright, bubbly, and always had an optimistic look at life. She is 5 foot 5 inches tall with an hourglass-shaped body. She wore minimal makeup and her fashion sense screamed simplicity.

"Today of all days, he rolls his way in. Look at him—all ragged and filthy like some beggar." Eliza's expression gradually darkened, the fury in her eyes blazing even hotter. "Sutton, are you so determined to ruin Christopher's celebration? It seems letting you go was far too generous of me. You deserved to die in that basement!" I lay on the floor, my eyes hollow and without a shred of strength left in me. When she saw my deathly pale face, a flicker of hesitation crossed Eliza's eyes. She took a few steps forward, but Christopher stopped her with a cheerful grin.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

"Please tell me… My sister… What was she like when she died? Was she in pain? Did she cry? At the end… Did she say anything?" The doctor looked at him, seeing how unhinged he had become, and let out a heavy sigh. However, Sean grabbed onto him stubbornly, forcing him to describe every detail of my final moments. "Her lower body was severely torn. She lost too much blood… By the time she was found, her body was already stiff. Her temperature was dangerously low, and she couldn't speak. She could only cry…" As Sean listened, he collapsed onto the ground, curling in on himself in agony.