Beatrice Baudelaire Ii Novels & Stories

FLASHBACK From childhood, everyone had thought that Dylan’s best friend, Charlotte, Benjamin’s daughter would be his mate since they did practically everything together, but the moon goddess had some other plans. Charlotte, whose birthday was a month earlier, found her mate two days after her birthday party when the entire pack had concluded that it was going to be him. To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Dylan but their pack’s youngest doctor that was mated to Charlotte. Benjamin wasn’t too happy about it but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Sitting across from her was Cedric Whitmore, the stern, cold-eyed elder of the secondary lineage. A low-ranking pack servant entered the room, carefully placing a fresh bottle on the marble coffee table before bowing low. "Refill Mr. Whitmore’s glass," Helena ordered smoothly, her voice dripping with artificial grace. The servant complied, pouring the dark liquid into Cedric's glass before stepping back into the shadows. Helena raised her own glass in a silent toast. "To a prosperous alliance between our divisions, Cedric." She raised the glass to her lips and swallowed the entire contents in one smooth gulp.

“Isn’t marriage a bit early for him?” “He’s turning twenty-five,” Beatrice replied. “That’s the perfect age.” She ran a hand through her hair in irritation. “Please help me talk to your grandson. Maybe he will listen to you better than he listens to me.” With that, Beatrice hurried upstairs, still seething with anger. ****** Bella walked out of the hotel. The girls followed behind her, but none of them spoke. A suffocating silence lingered in the air. Bella didn’t like it. The tension between them was obvious, and she needed to get them talking again.

That would only make a problem because of the kind of lifestyle he’s living in. He only introduced me to few people. Henry, his right hand, butler and all around assistant. Beatrice, the head of the househelps in the manor and is ranked the second after Henry. Her name really sound old fashioned, and trust me, she really is. She wasn’t the sexy type of female subordinate in movies that becomes the rival of the female lead in movies. Actually, I can’t guess her vampire age, but in human age, probably she’s around late forties. But in spite of that, she still looks very beautiful. I guess it must be because of the nature of a vampire.

I said and she burst out saying. " He is going to be your husband Sweetheart he would not like to be called like that by you. C'mon, his ego would get bruised. But I am his older sister, I can do that to tease him. He is used to me calling him with all those kind of names. " She said and I nodded with a smile. She told her manager to give me a complete pre-bridal beauty treatment. It took practically the whole day and I was shocked at some of them and refused to take them but Maya was adamant that it was absolutely necessary. We both had lunch and then the treatment continued.

At this moment, Beatrice and Claire were on their way to her grandfather’s place, driving the BMW M8 that was given to Dorothy by Alex. Beatrice’s grandfather was Aidan Bardot. He has two daughters: Claire was the elder while the younger one was named Adrianna Bardot. Adrianna was much snobbish than Claire, she would always try to compare with Claire in every aspect. Ever since Claire’s husband, Henry Assex, went missing after a trip with his secretary, Adrianna insulted and looked down upon her every time they met.

Then, the silence shattered. The private elevator chimed, and a woman stepped out who didn't just inhabit the room—she colonized it. Lady Beatrice was a vision in cream-colored Chanel, her blonde hair pulled back in a knot so tight it looked painful. She didn't wait for an invitation. She swept past the Ming vases and the original Picassos as if they were cheap trinkets. Her eyes, a cold, predatory blue, landed on Ava’s silk robe—a gift from Caleb that Ava had felt beautiful in only moments ago. Now, under Beatrice’s gaze, it felt like a costume.

I'd started filling it daily since the wedding, jotting down small moments that might otherwise disappear into the blur of life. Some entries were simple: Aurora said 'Mama' with extra emphasis today. Others were deeper: I didn’t flinch when I passed the place where he once broke me. But today’s entry, yet unwritten, was already forming in my head. Grateful for mornings without hurry. For love that doesn’t demand noise to be felt. --- Beatrice joined us around mid-morning, wearing her signature coral robe and slippers that looked like fluffy marshmallows. She kissed Aurora’s head, pinched Raymond’s cheek, and helped herself to a bowl of porridge like she’d always lived with us.

She had always wanted her only child and son, Gabriel, to marry a girl from a wealthy and prestigious family, Instead of someone like Elena, who was an ordinary person without any reputation family background. Inside the peaceful rooms of the palace, the Luna of the silvermoon pack called her reliable counselor, Lady Beatrice. While waiting for Lady Beatrice, the Luna waled back and forth restlessly, Few minutes later lady Beatrice entered the room and curtsied, your majesty you called for me.

"Marc and Cole would never choose you. They're my mates. And Eric? He's Danielle's mate. Marked and Mated." Beatrice's eyes narrowed. "Mates can be replaced." She leaned closer, her tone turning conspiratorial. "My aunt will see to it. That's right! My aunt is a Blood Witch, and she said she'd help Mother. What Mother wants, she always gets, and I'll have everything I deserve." It was clear to me now. Beatrice's delusions ran deep, and they mirrored Elizabeth's twisted ambitions. I studied her closely, noting the erratic gleam in her eyes and the tension in her movements. It wasn't just arrogance—it was instability.