Novel & Cerita Beatrice Baudelaire

"Ha! We don't have such here Milady. You can only find those in the church. But I heard the Church is going to move soon to Bathon. It is said to have dark magic here." Nodding her head, Beatrice gave a smile to the library. "I will be going now." She said, and hurried to the door. Leaving the room, she was so adamant to reach the Church but there was no carriage to take her there. Looking left and right, she closed her eyes and before she could open them..she was already in the church. Phew! That was close.' She thought, and headed inside. "Good morning Father Jude." She gave the man a slight bow.

Her thick innocent-like lashes were the ones that I liked the most. “Hey, you're starting to get creepy again. What were you looking at in my face again?” I smiled when the girl pouted like a kid. “I like your lashes Beatrice,” I said, I stop for a moment as I remember, yet Beatrice my only best friend. We met when I was a child. I've been missing in the woods near our Palace, Beatrice was a daughter of a baker near our town. She was with her father, looking for woods to use for cooking their bread. But Beatrice has been separated from her father due to clumsiness.

She fixed her dress as she noticed a few wrinkles, as if that would make her less old, scary and annoying, and then she strutted away. My stomach started rumbling again because of the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen. But eating was less of my worry now. I started walking to the exit, and before I could reach the lone door, I noticed a lady sitted in front of the fire. She was on the floor. Eating. “Martha? Is that you?” I asked her as I walked closer to confirm. “Mathilda, you scared me my child.” It was Martha. The head cook of the convent.

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

How could he propose to someone else without even breaking up with her first? “Bea…” She looked at her with pain and disgust. “Just don’t show your face in front of me anymore.” That was it. Without even saying goodbye or thank you, Bea left the restaurant. “You’re so pathetic, Beatrice.” She started sobbing as soon as she entered the restroom in a nearby establishment. “You worked hard to make yourself look beautiful,” she said bitterly as she wiped her tears on her face. She frowned when she saw her reflection and she felt even more pathetic for putting much effort into her looks just to end the celebration with a breakup.

Alicia pulled the sheets off her and sat next to her. —Honey... It's time to get ready, you have to go to school, and we're already late. Alicia kissed the little girl's cheek; she saw how big that girl was and remembered when she was born. She was a beautiful and loved girl. The little girl had been born in the month of April and she decided to call her April. When she was born, she had brown eyes, eyes inherited from her. She had no hair at the time of her birth. From that day to the present she had changed; she was already huge for only being 7 years old. Her hair was long brown, darker than her eyes.

"You can't avoid third period. So why bother making yourself late?" I sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I can avoid him as much as possible this way." She rolled her eyes but still smiled. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't make me late, too." "Fine, let's go," I said as I reluctantly finished packing my things and swung my backpack on my shoulders. As we walked, Haylie was telling me about an awful cheese danish she had baked the other night. She was an awful baker.

her Dad teased, making me chuckle. “Can a Beta’s mate take over the world?” Bailey asked, and I heard a shocked gasp. “Oh goddess, you and the Lord of grouchiness are mates?” he exclaimed, but I could hear the smile in his words. “Dad.” Bailey warned. He laughed. “I am happy for you both. I truly am Bailey. I just hope that boy knows how much it will cost him to keep you in books and chocolate. He may need a second job.” I found myself laughing now. “I think I am up for that challenge.” I told him with a smile at my mate. Hell, I think I would do anything for this girl, so buying her books and chocolate was nothing…

"Of course you wouldn't have. It's not safe out there Emma. We talked about this." "I was careful." "Even people who were careful eventually died to it." "It? You mean the beast?" "Yes." "But nothing happened. I'm fine." "That's not good enough. What if it did attacked? You wouldn't know if you were in trouble until it was already too late." "Dad. What is this beast? Why are you so afraid of it?" "I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them."

They were yawning and stretching on the bed, their hair looking messy, but the moment they noticed Stephanie in the room, their faces pulled up straight. "My little angels are still sleepy when it's almost time for school. Is that right?" Madame Beatrice chuckled as she ambled toward them. "How was your night, darlings?" She asked, but they gave no reply as they continued throwing confining stares at Stephanie. Stephanie, on the other hand, just went on smiling softly at them. "Uh... This is Isabelle", Beatrice pointed to the one with longer hair. "And this is Isadora",to the one with shorter hair.