Beatrice Divergent Novels & Stories

Has it reached a satisfactory conclusion? ‘The Beecham girl has a broken will and is about to be put out of her misery at Cooper’s Cove,’ Pontefract said happily. At Beatrice’s name, Lucas’ heart tried to climb up his gullet. He acted without thought and dove off the launch, hitting the ocean with a small splash.

She had just wrapped her fingers around the handle when Alicia’s voice sounded behind her. “I don’t think my dad even wants to stay married to you anymore,” Alicia said calmly. “He’s probably already planning to divorce you. You should be worrying about finding a new husband instead of stressing over a co-wife you might never have.” Beatrice’s whole body trembled with rage. She clenched her teeth, then turned and sneered at Alicia. “Alex will never divorce me. He wouldn’t dare.” She stormed out of Alicia’s office, slamming the door behind her. Alicia neither tried to stop her nor spared the incident another thought; she simply returned her focus to her work. Only a few minutes had passed sin

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?

“I want you out. Out of my house and out of my life. You’ve made a colossal mess of things. And you don’t even seem to realize what you’ve done. Pack your things, Beatrice. I want a divorce.” It was an easy decision to make. Beatrice did nothing but cause me problems and grief. I was an idiot for staying with her this long. It was time to end this, once and for all. Tears sprung to her eyes. “We can stop selling the wine…but…” She paused, her eyes cast down on the floor. “I was waiting to tell you. I wanted to tell you after the gala tonight, when the moment was right.” She fidgeted with her hands.

Ones where she looked like a normal girl, not like the creature I’d fought in the woods. But I remembered what I saw. The shift. The red eyes. The violence. Beatrice was no normal wolf. She was a demon. And I had let her live. My jaw tightened as I scrolled. Thankfully, her old social media had a public address listed. A small neighborhood right outside of town. I committed the address to memory and continued to scroll. There were several pictures of a younger looking Beatrice with friends on a boat cruise, and then a few with a bearded man that had his arms wrapped possessively around her torso. That must be the boyfriend she'd broken up with.

Beatrice fainted from the sight of Emily and Joshua falling over the waterfall. “Beatrice! Beatrice!” shouted Brent, catching Beatrice before she hits the ground. “Aunt Beatrice!” shouted Jack. “Aunt Beatrice?” questioned Megan. “Aunt? Are they related to this woman?” SPLASH! Joshua and Emily were both under the water again. Joshua opened up his eyes and saw Emily in front of him trying to swim. He saw her hand trying to reach for the surface, but her body wasn’t going anywhere. He swam over to her and grabbed her by the waist and took her back up to the surface of the water.

Beverly Carington "What happened?" Becca asked and I looked up to her. "I fought with a guy who ruined my plan." I said and she sat across me. "So you failed the mission?" "Yeah and I have to give back the 5.000$." I hissed as I threw the cotton pad. "Is he hot?" I glared at Becca. "Do you think I care about that?" I said coldly. "Oh come on, stop helping others and have a life! Go out and date a cute guy or something."

We hadn’t taken three steps before Marcus got to us He was good at this, putting you on your toes and reacting before you get the chance to recuperate. “Nilah.” His eyes glinted with… not guilt, nor anger, something between the two. Then his gaze shifted to Darien, his jaw clenched. “I didn’t expect to see you here” “Clearly .” I shrugged. “She really has no shame,” Vanessa spoke from behind his shoulder, her voice sweet yet stung like poison. “Divorced and already on someone’s arm, how remarkably fast, seems you can’t survive without a man.”

Time seemed to lose its shape, with seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity as I weaved through the sea of faces. Yet, despite my tireless efforts, Beatrice remained elusive. No matter how earnestly I searched, she slipped through my fingers like a phantom, vanishing into thin air. It was then that Cadence, my loyal beta, intercepted my path, a concerned expression on his face. "Cadence," I called out, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and anticipation. "Have you seen Beatrice? I must find her." Cadence's brows furrowed, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "Alpha Duncan, I have some news," he said, his voice laced with hesitation. "Beatrice has left. She had som

Looking at their strange and intimidating conversation, Beatrice didn't seem bothered at all. Was this also what made Beatrice seem to disappear from the face of the earth? "I guarantee that the Old Man is clueless, Ra," Beatrice said with a downcast face. Her hands intertwined. "I don't know why that person always gets me into trouble, and this time, it's a big one that I can't escape from." She lowered her head even more, recalling her current situation. "A lot?" Hera asked softly. This time, she approached and gave Beatrice a hug as a show of support. "I thought your dad was just into gambling and drinking. He wouldn't do something like this."