Pure White Elizabeth 소설 & 이야기

"Sorry?" I asked her, confused. She turned to face me and her lips spread into a smile, her cheeks crinked in, exposing her beautiful dimples. Her hair was a deep shade of black, stopping short of her shoulder in a straight bob. She looked so womanly yet very beautiful. Taking a place next to me, a sigh left her mouth. "Elizabeth is an orphan, both of her parents died when she was very young. Her relatives turned on her and she was left to fend for herself and her younger sister alone.

Now, it dawns that I have two things to worry about! Oh, god. How did I get here? Elizabeth or whatever her name is, seems like a handful already. How will I handle lying to my dad at the same time? Defeated, I relax back in my seat and just mop at the car’s roof throughout the ride. The big black gate soon comes into view and we drive through the estate, down to his vintage mansion. The car pulls up in front of the fine building and the driver gets out to open the door. Just in time, the main door opens, and Elizabeth walks out, dressed in a fluffy white robe, big dramatic flops with a cat’s face, and her hair is curled upwards in rich waves. As crazy as I suspected her to be, she has a gla

A sneaky son of a bitch who had put a claim on his Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth. Sweet, sweet Elizabeth. Eyes the colour of the sky when the sun sets. Contrasting her fair skin and jet black hair. A trait she had procure from her mother since the only thing she had gained from her father is the colour of her skin. It reminded her of Asian skin. White, creamy, not a hint of blemish or ugly tan lines that people around him loves to get. She was pure perfection. Every little thing about her sings to him. All guys were crazy about her sister but not him. He knows real values until he sees one and Elizabeth was it.

Dear Elizabeth, This name may shake you but it's you . Your real name is Elizabeth Katie Warner . We have avoided the truth many times and as much as we avoid it, it just comes to us. You are not a normal child. You are gifted and are the one who cannot see them or either she cannot be touched by them. But when you are prepared time will come and get you like it did to us. You may go to Clare and her mother will tell you. For now, I can say no more. And sweets, we are not on vacation. We are gone. Go find Clare for she will tell you the truth.

Unlike all the times that I’ve seen her before, Elizabeth was dressed in a very casual white linen dress. --To be continued…

Elizabeth She arrived at White Manor and slipped off her platform heels, walking barefoot from the car hoping her mother would be asleep. Elizabeth knew that her mother would have heard about August’s engagement by now and she would be livid. From the outside, her life seemed glamorous; the glitz, the glam, the fashion and the money. Her family, The Whites, being the second wealthiest family in Washington, second only to the Dereons. Her father had his fingers in many pies, some even speculating that he had ties to the Chicago mafia underbelly.

But the second we pulled into the driveway, I knew I was lying to myself. Alex rang the bell. The door opened, and there she was. Elizabeth wasn’t old enough to be called a “mom” in the way I’d pictured. No sensible bob, no cardigan, no forced small talk about recipes. She was tall, maybe five-ten in bare feet, with auburn hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders. Her skin glowed like she’d just come from a long, lazy bath. She wore a cream silk blouse that draped over full breasts, the top two buttons undone so I could see the delicate lace edge of her bra and the smooth valley between them. A soft gray skirt hugged her hips and ended just above her knees. Her legs were bare, toenails

more like the aisle of doom,but after a few minutes Elizabeth had arrived. She wore a red Valentino gown with a very intricate patten of Swarovski crystals at the front and a long trail at the back,as much as Marcus hated to admit it—she looked stunning and the word stunning was an understatement as to how she really was,it even made him feel like a pauper with his cheap suit which he got from the thrift store on Downtownlooked Street. ‘You are so beautiful'.Carl whispered in approval as he linked her arm with his so as the hand her over to Marcus,she didn't have a brother or father and he was the closest person to a family she had instead of her cousins or uncles.

Elizabeth's point of view: Somehow I was no longer surrounded by Elijah or Liam. Instead, I was in the middle of a circle made by a bunch of young ladies who were chanting in a language that I had never heard in my entire life. They were all wearing white dresses covered with blood except for one of them. She was wearing a black dress. She was the only one who wasn't chanting … As she held a dagger in her hands, all of them got quiet and started watching her while moving in my way.