Anthony Beal Novels & Stories

watching. "You don't want to hear about it," Big Anthony said. I rolled my eyes at his martyr act. "I can decide what I want to hear, spill it," I ordered. Big Anthony's eyes dropped and he sighed. "I never wanted any of this Bev," he said, "I had a good thing going. Part time at the garage was enough to pay the rent and buy beer down at the bar. That's all I wanted. And to chase a little pussy when I got bored. And that was you. And somehow that turned into all this bullshit," Big Anthony said, looking around the room. Looking over at Anthony Jr.

I watched this tall, athletic, green-eyed, light brown-haired boy and thanked St. Anthony for being so generous to me. I guess he was tired of seeing me at mass on Sundays and every year on June 13. And he had sent me that eye drops that were Miguel Henrique. The husky voice was like music to my ears. I was madly, hopelessly, unconditionally in love.

"I don't have the time to talk to them, Becks. You don't understand when I say the company has literally taken over me" "Well, you'd better change that before I return. You can't keep living a lonely life. Will you promise me that you'll get yourself a girlfriend before I return from my masters program?", She asked. Anthony, who was at loss of what to say, took his phone out of his pocket. "Oh, it's the office, Becks" "But the phone is blank-" "Hello?", He slapped the phone on his ear before she could say anymore.

she continued and when I tried to hold her by her waist, she stylishly escape my grip. "good night guys," she said as she sways her little ass into the bedroom with my eyes on her. "You love her, don't you?" Lucas asked bringing my attention back to him "more than I can tell" I said. "Beatrice and I will be leaving very early in the morning so my pilot can be cleared early for taking take-off we should be back in two days or more," he said. ***†***†***†***†***†***†***†***†***†

Sneaking Around? By: Beverly Balsom As most of you know, Hector Beaumont, CEO and president of Beaumont & Blanchett is nowhere to be found. While he’s away, the mice will play. His fiancé, Caitlin Van Dyke, has been seen at various restaurants with Hector’s prodigal son, Alexander J. Beaumont. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, for the exception of reports about Alexander and Caitlin making goo-goo eyes at each other

“I’d love to be your friend. As long as you don’t think too poorly of me.” I shrug. “I get the family thing,” I say. “Trust me.” “Great,” Beau claps his hands together. “Glad were all besties again. I have a proposition.” I narrow my eyes at him. “If you say threesome—” “Chloe,” Beau rolls his eyes. “Not everything is about sex.” Angela nudges him. “With you it is.” “This isn’t,” Beau says. He looks at me. “Angela is in need of some combat help. I’ve seen you in action. Plus, I heard Coach White’s up your ass.”

He wrapped his own around my waist, and I took a deep breath, calming myself down momentarily before looking up at him. “You are going to forever be able to weaken in front of us, Lea. No matter what you might think of me right now, I am going to back you up. Even if it is only done behind your back, I am not going to allow an ant to hurt you, let alone a person.” He said, and I smiled at the man who nodded. “Now, as for Diego; though the way that it burst out was wrong, the two of us know that he is not to be blamed. He is a man that needs to maintain…” “He spoke to you?” I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head.

Michael said. "Yeah," the man replied. "We're not supposed to tell the other residents, but that apartment is owned by the Sports Network. They've hired Beau to be a baseball analyst on the sports news. I guess retirement didn't sit well with him, huh?" Both men chuckled. "Okay, Johnathan, mum's the word. I'd like to meet him, though," Michael said as he headed to the elevators. Beau Beaulieu, Michael thought. The retired Texas Rangers pitcher had caused him no end of grief as he beat up on Michael's beloved Yankees from time to time. But having him as a neighbor…interesting.

“Stephen rolled his eyes when I suggested it, but the truth is, this house was far too big for the two of us and there were more rooms than we needed, even taking my office into account. Plus, it’s always been a dream of mine.” “It’s very cool,” Talia said, nerves washing over her as she turned to take in the more serious part of his office. “I’m Anthony, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand to shake hers. “I don’t think anyone actually introduced us earlier.” “Talia,” she replied. “Natalie Jane Beckett, actually, but everyone calls me Talia or Talia Jane.” “What would you like to be called?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Although it wouldn't have mattered since Beckett was already the third in command, and nowhere near ready to step down. It's not that Anthony minds that Beckett is his third. Beckett is a great third in command and is loyal to him. But he knows he'll never fill his brother's shoes, and become best friends with him like most Alpha's are with their thirds. Anthony looks at Beckett before looking at Dimitri again. The Alpha raises his finger and points at his brother.