Beatrice Baudelaire Novels & Stories

“ Bellamy said and tightened her fists choking her in the process. " Please... Please... I'm .... Dying.. “ Beatrix said in difficulty. Bellay used her powers to toss her like a ball and she hit her hard on the wall. " Are you okay Bastian?" Bellamy asked. “ I'm fine. I owe you once again. " “ She's not the first one who came here unannounced. Something's fishy. " “ It is. " “ Well this is all your fault for always fucking around, now they think they have an advantage over you. "

"And Beatrice... stop sneaking off to that reef. I know you like him, but he’s the prince. Nothing can come of it." Beatrice looked away, cheeks burning. "He’s not the prince to me, Mom. He was just Raft in eighth grade. The boy who shared his lunch when I forgot mine." "Fine," Mom said, but her voice shook. "But we’ll come back and look for your silver comb later, I promise." She didn’t know Beatrice already had it tucked in her belt, hidden under her tunic. The metal pressed cold against her skin with every movement.

Including her ballerina. Brittany gave her cue, and the music operator played her song. Beethoven’s Allegreto in B-Flat Major. She began dancing and Catherine turned to her mother, who was looking even more impressed. She wanted to shake her head so bad, but she doesn’t want to seem rude. After Brittany’s performance, which was the very last audition for the day, Anita looked at her paper scribbled with her reviews over the girls. “Mom, you must remember, there are still auditions held tomorrow.”

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 maids 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 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 being a wolf shifter.

Belle’s mother would always say to her. Chapter 1: As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house. The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them. Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

Even my nails are covered in them—along with skin and fur from tearing the limbs of that fake alpha. Huh, no wonder the kid is scared. “B-Belle, That’s you, r-right?” Trembling voice comes from the little girl when she looks at me with big doe eyes full of tears. Belle. The name seems to trigger an emotion at the pits of my soul. It rattled me and made me take a step back. What is happening to me? Why is a simple name causing a tornado of emotions in my stomach? Is this girl a witch? I have to get rid of her!

she laughed as she looked at Camille and the large woman beamed her acquiescence. “Come, let us go,” she added with a sigh, “your father has been calling me and demanding to know why we are not yet there.” The children trooped out hastily and met Beatrice in the hall. The old woman was in a white dress and a hat, looking like she was off to church. “Bea is coming with us,” smiled Proserpina fondly as she led the old woman ahead, ”She wants to attend the engagement of Ria and Claude, of course.”

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

Nina introduced and Beatrice smiled at the both of them. "Greetings to the Grand Duchess," Both of them bowed. "They will be one of your personal maids including the maid you brought with you," Nina said. "Thank you," Beatrice softly said. Beatrice was feeling excited to meet new people and at the same time scared that they would be the new ones who would make her life miserable. The maids including Katy left her inside the room after giving her a magical bracelet that will let her call any one of them anytime. Beatrice sighed and looked around the room that felt so empty. As she lay in bed she thought about what will happen in the evening.