Alan Becker Characters Novels & Stories

“Folks, I’d like you to meet the town’s new vet. Rebecca Allen. Let me preface this with everyone. She’s, my mate. Treat her. Now if you’d like to introduce yourselves to her, that would be great. I will then explain what happened to me, where I’ve been, and why there will be several people staying here. You’ve met Jon and you know Janie, of course. Alex, why don’t you start?” “I’m Alexandra Martenez, call me Alex. I’m the bartender and mother confessor of the Wolf’s Den. I’m the one that knows everyone’s secrets.” This woman put Becky to shame in the looks department. Rob couldn’t be serious about her being his mate, if this woman was in his life. Becky now doubted what Rob said to her earl

Alyx was likely just operating under his orders. “Now, Celeste.” I forced myself to walk from the room. Suddenly, all I wanted was to stay put. They were leaning against the wall outside my room–Jeremy and a boy I didn’t recognize. He was the spitting image of Alyx, but with slightly lighter hair. He gave me a boyish grin, revealing slightly elongated canines. Even in his human form, he seemed wolfish. “Hi, I’m Beck,” he said in a cheerful voice. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen. “Nice to meet you.”

There was nothing Becky feared than standing beside her boss, who was practically seething with rage. They were at a roadside restaurant waiting for Julius. After an encounter with that woman and Ricardo. Alana just wanted to be alone. “Did you call them…” Alana asked, slamming her cup of coffee hard on the table. Beck was startled, but she regained her wits and nodded. “Y-yes… I called for some backup, don't worry,” Becky remarked, even that didn't seem to calm Alana down. The coffee was hot, but the way she gulped it down made Becky wonder.

"Yes! Mr. Beckett from the Beckett Group is here too." Suddenly, Alyssa stopped in her tracks. Her heart hammered against her chest as she asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mr. Beckett… Where is he?" "He's playing soccer with the children in the back." Alyssa forced herself to hold back that strong urge of hers to meet with Jasper. She went to the back, pretending to be calm. Before she even stepped out there, she could hear joyful laughter from the children. In the next second, she froze on the spot. Her racing heart sank in disappointment.

Alexa asked, her tone firm but calm. "Don't play dumb with me," Becky spat. "I know you're good for nothing. You're just like all the others, using him for your "Care about him?" Becky laughed. "You don't even know him. He's a selfish, heartless person who only thinks of himself." "Becky, stop," Alexa said, her patience wearing thin. "You're not being rational." "Rational?" Becky's voice rose. "You think you're rational? You're just a foolish little girl who can't see what's right in front of her."

Fisting me repeatedly in the stomach, I whimpered with a crouch as my insides churned with pain, but that didn't stop me, I needed to get under McCarthy's skin so I lure out the rest, he was nothing but a hot-headed, out of a control agent who needs to be retrained, "I am not going to ask you again Baker, move and don't let me move you," Chuckling I hauled my tongue across my blood-stained teeth, spitting out the ruby-red blood that trickled down my lips, "Is that all you got?" Hoisting his hand to hit me again, a voice stopped him in his tracks, calling out from behind the bushes, "That's enough agent," he emerged from the bark, along with two other W.I.K.D members, Al and Amber in front, b

Becky looked up, and before them, a man in a dapper suit stood with his hand outstretched toward James, but before he could shake his hand his eyes stopped on Becky. "Becky? Rebecca Beckett, is that you?!" he shouted with wide eyes. Becky gaped, "Oh my! Alan? Alan Walker?!" slowly, she let go of James's grip on him and jumped forward to hug him. "I didn't expect to meet you here!" she screamed in disbelief. "This is crazy!" chirped Alan as he covered his mouth, which was shiny because of the pink lip gloss he was wearing. Amid their excitement, James suddenly cleared his throat loudly, "Okay ladies, can you save your reunion for later? Alan? Is that your name? Don't you have work to do?" he

"I want him alive, but if he's only a tiny bit alive, I can live with it." "Done," Alden says. His expression promises he'll enjoy it. He and I had a difference of opinion about who was boss of who a short time ago. After the dust settled, he fell into line and I value his judgment. I can't say that about Beck who gets on my nerves every chance he gets. Too bad I like Missy, Ruth, and Baby Boot so much. The image of swinging Beck around by his legs and listening to him scream gives me the slightest bit of satisfaction. I meet each man's eyes. "We need a plan B."

“Look at your face! Your face is the face of Albert, the face of my best friend. Albert has a very calm face, a kind, and friendly nature, it's all in you. So I feel very confident that you are Albert.” “So you're saying that only Albert has good qualities and I don't? So it's true that Axel is a man with a very bad character so when I try to change for the better, everyone thinks I'm Albert. No one believes my good attitude because everyone knows Axel has a bad character.” “Stop calling yourself Axel. You are Albert, Albert Steven. You are the real husband of Bella and the first son of Mr. Casey. Be aware Albert! Aware!"

she said boldly. Minutes later, Becky came out of her room and went to the sitting room. Immediately when she entered, three pairs of eyes turned to her, each expression different: Manni looked upset, her jaw tense; Leah, their mother, appeared wary and curious; while her father, Mr. Scholes, seemed lost in his own assumptions. Becky took a deep breath, seating herself at the edge of the couch where everyone could see her clearly. Her voice was steady as she spoke. “Dad, Mum, and Manni, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me leave Mr. Alexander without drawing attention…”