Elizabeth drifted into consciousness to find her bed empty. She could feel the valley in the mattress where Molly had been, although it had grown cold. Molly had evidently risen and left long before the morning. It made perfect sense; the Countess sometimes checked on Elizabeth barely after dawn, and it would be difficult to explain why Molly was sleeping w...
"Well Ms. Mason, I can definitely say, you're pregnant," Dr Alberts said. A grin crept across Elizabeth's face. "That's wonderful news, Doctor," Elizabeth replied. "I'm hoping the father will be as happy as you are," Dr Alberts said. "Oh, he will be," Elizabeth assured the doctor. 'I'll just get him in the right position first,' Elizabeth thought wicked...
Dear Elizabeth, I hope this letter finds you well. I know that we have a great deal of preparation to do for the Venus expedition, but I wanted to write to you with a personal request. It has been a singular pleasure to write to you over the past months. I have appreciated your scientific insight and determination, but I have come to admire your patience,...
Dedicated to all bullying survivors...it really does get better! Chapter 1 "I say, Elizabeth," Irene huffed through the frigid air as the two best friends stepped down from the streetcar and made their way to the bathhouse, "Does it ever seem to you that the baths aren't worth it in this weather? Every moment in that warm water you know you've got to go ba...
CHAPTER 1 Elizabeth's perfect complexion coloured to a disquieting red hue as she perused her Facebook page, her elbows resting on the café table. There he was -- Raul, her ex-boyfriend, whom she had followed across the country -- on the beach in front of a perfect turquoise sea, with a nubile, bikini-clad girl on either side of him, an arm wrapped around...
Author's note: This chapter is full of plot development (a little reward for those of you who have been patiently waiting), and hopefully you find it as entertaining to read as it was for me to write. * "I want you to pack your things tonight, Gerard. It is time for us to go home." Mrs. St. Claire was standing in the doorway of Gerard's room, looking som...
Elizabeth was only about an hour away from closing up shop for the night. It was Friday, and she was tired, and ready to go home for the weekend. Luckily, her store had quieted down for the evening, as she made most of her sales early in the day. Her main stock consisted of mystical items that seemed magical, but were no more than just unique looking trinket...
Chapter 5: Elizabeth -Come on Lizzie, you need to rest- Raven pleaded -I can't Raven, I have to find Dale, god, I only hope that he is still alive -- Elizabeth replied with tear in her eyes. -I know Lizzie but we have been ridding for seven days straight with little to no sleep, you are going to be ill and then no one would get help for Dale -- Raven answ...
Elizabeth tapped her foot in frustrated anticipation. She knew she had arrived at the appointed hour. Hell! Elizabeth had arrived on the spot early. Though time was such a relative term; especially down here in Hell. Her thin barbed tail wagged like an annoyed cat's. She waved strands of jet black hair from her sharp face and polished one of her little devil...
Elizabeth was in the kitchen of her comfortable, middle-class home when the text message came in on her mobile phone. The message was short: 'Walnut Tree - 8pm?' Elizabeth shuddered slightly. She thought for a moment. 'Derek, I will have to pop down to the shop. I think I have left some things there that I will need tomorrow.' Elizabeth was the owner of a...