Novel & Cerita Beatrice Baudelaire

Beatrice suggested "You don't understand?" Monalisa muttered sadly, "I confessed that I poisoned my aunt. She won't believe if i deny not killing Barry's mother "

Her parents had gone to bed, her father to read his latest detective novel, and her mum to scour the online shopping stores for bargains that would usually arrive by courier the next day, only to be returned to store a few days later as they “never look like they do in the photo.” Maud whistling a non-tune interrupted Beatrice’s thoughts as the old woman entered the lounge. Beatrice stood and gave her a big hug. “Easy there, young’un,” Maud giggled. “These old bones pop an’ snap enough on their own.” Beatrice chuckled, “You’re not old. Just well-worn.” “An’ ye’re a smooth talker, Lady Jane,” Maud smiled sitting down in her big armchair. “Ye’ll go far in this life.”

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.

“To power. And to new beginnings.” Zarek held up his glass out of politeness. Zade did the same, though his eyes lingered on Gideon again. Beatrice arrived fashionably late, her dark gown sweeping the floor, her mask bejeweled. She rushed toward her brothers, her expression full of delight. “You two! I heard the news!” She threw her arms around Zarek first, then Zade. “Cassia? Oh, finally. She’s so much better than that little human.”

Not even enough time to finish her makeup properly. Beatrice’s voice thundered from behind her. "Late again. You couldn’t even manage your own appearance, could you? You are nothing but a disgrace. You can’t even give Charles a child, and now you’re wasting everyone’s time with your laziness." Suzanne winced and bit her lip. She held back the tears burning behind her eyes. She felt so small, so insignificant under her mother-in-law’s cruel gaze. But Beatrice wasn’t done. "Make yourself useful for once. Finish your makeup and don’t embarrass me tonight."

“Why did you ask me to dress you up this late in the evening?” I’m hoping to stumble upon Magnus. But I can’t tell her that. “I’m going to meet Princess Ruelle. She wants to show me the royal gallery. I think it’ll be fun,” I say instead. She smiles at that. “Would you like me to accompany you?” “I’d like you to listen to more of this gossip shared among handmaids and return to me. You can start now,” I say in a pointed voice and a smirk. Beatrice giggles, her face lighting up. It reminds me that she is just a child. Someone who had to witness the loss of her sister and such a tender age. I want to ask her if she misses Kayla but I don’t want to take away this happy moment.

Beatrice frowned, not understanding what she could have given to Carolyn and Neil. “Sure, you gave something else. What are you claiming to have given Carolyn?” Beatrice waved her finger inches from April’s face. Her long fingernail scratched April’s cheek. Not enough to draw blood, but to leave a raw red mark. April’s hand raised in time to touch her cheek as Beatrice gasped and glared at her. “Beatrice, do you remember what my maiden name was?” she asked Beatrice. Beatrice frowned for a moment; her mind was still off from what she’d done to April, and she searched her mind for April’s maiden name. A name April hadn’t used for several years. “Davis, wasn’t it? What relevance does that have?

---------- Merliah’s Point of View. --------------- 'My beautiful Queen, please wake up!' That was my cute alarm clock. Gosh! It's already morning, here I am walking up; beautiful as usual. I stood up and spent enough time in my tub. After taking a bath, I attended breakfast with my parents. I wonder why they are still here and it's a miracle that we are complete in the dining, sharing breakfast. Usually, during this hour, they are nowhere to be found in the house because they have already gone to work. My dad is a company owner and my mom is the mayor of our locality.

“And don’t worry about me. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a woman now. I can take care of myself. Don’t wait until I get married first… just settle down with the Queen Mother already and let me call her Mother soon.” Her father chuckled but didn’t say another word. He simply escorted her to the door, where Princess Riela was already waiting. “You look so gorgeous!” Beatrice couldn’t help but praise her friend. “Beatrice,” her father scolded gently. Realizing her mistake, she quickly lowered her head and gave a proper bow. She had grown so close to Riela that she sometimes forgot her decorum. Riela was still of royal blood… still their beloved princess. “It’s alright, Lord Marius,” Riela

she said, leaning forward and pecking them both on the cheeks. Candice stood still as she pecked her and then turned around like a robot, before screaming and running away. “What is wrong with her?" Melissa asked Vanessa. “She always dreamt of you pecking her," she said. Not long after a knock landed on the door and both her and Vanessa screamed come in. The door swung open and Beatrice walked in. She was in a red dress that had an exquisite design that let one catch a glimpse of her straight legs and brown thighs. Melissa smiled. “Waoh," she exclaimed. “You look good,"