Beatrice Divergent Novels & Stories

".... I can't, " Emily stuttered. She wasn't going to divorce Caden now, not when they were finally having their happily ever after. "You don't have a choice. If Caden is replaced with James, he would be broken," Beatrice said, her voice becoming chilly with each word. "But why would Anthony want me to divorce Caden? How does that benefit him?" Emily yelled. "I don't know, he gave orders, and I am only relaying them, divorce Caden," Beatrice replied and stood up.

I knew he needed to be alone to be able to deal with this. “My sweet Sophia, the pain you have suffered. I don’t know why the Moon Goddess is doing this to you, my sweet girl.” Came Beatrice’s voice. I looked up through my blurry eyes to see her. She looked weak, very frail. “If I didn’t go through the abuse and rejection, Betty, I would never have met Derek. I believe I had to be mated to them in order to find Derek. I am sorry I lost your grandchild, Beatrice.”

"Let’s just say we have a common enemy. And I’ve got the resources to take him out. All I need is your cooperation." Jake hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I’m in." As they shook hands, a small part of Jake wondered if he had just made a deal with the devil. But it didn’t matter. All he cared about was Sofia. And he’d do whatever it took to get her back. Back at the Blackwood Estate I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the crescent moon on my hip, my mind spinning with the prophecy I had just read. A Beast-Bride. A mark of destiny.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I had a feeling I’d been drawn into the middle of an ongoing disagreement between the alpha and his vampire beta. “I ordered you and Loren to leave some of your women there so she wouldn’t be alone and you refused. How is that my fault?” Lucas countered; his hands had balled into fists as he spoke. “So not only will you weaken yourself, but you’ll weaken half of the pact because you’re too stubborn to keep Emilia by your side.” Lucas matched Eskal’s scowl as they glared at each other. The air became heavy with tension as some unspoken battle erupted between the vampire and the vaewolf.

Savannah … I was about to approach them as they were talking. Rowan seemed to be trying to persuade Cillian, but at the same time I saw Suzan, the omega maid at Rowan's house, strutting out of the cafe. Oh, wow. So, Rowan deliberately met me and he brought this bitch. "You're officially divorced from Rowan, Savannah. Thanks to you, Rowan is finally mine." Without shame, she approached me openly. "Now you dare to show you who you really are, bitch." I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

Beatrice dashed into her room, changed into casual clothing, and picked up her tote bag where she stuffed her phone, purse, and the crappy documents, after which she exited her home. Even though she sort of looked way underdressed as she appeared before Debock Enterprises, Bea didn't give a fuck. She made her way in and approached the front desk on the ground floor. She saw a few people stop and take a glance at her, knowing they probably recognized her from the video but she didn't give two fucks about it as her mind was filled with nothing but rage and she really wanted to see just that one person so bad. "Good afternoon. I'm here to see Debock."

I was fully aware that Marcus would never have intervened with this level of volatile protection if Beatrice had been the sibling standing in this kitchen. Beatrice possessed a sharp, calculating social intellect; she operated with a strategic prowess that kept her entirely insulated from emotional devastation. She never invested herself in serious entanglements and maintained absolute mastery over her personal boundaries during social exploits. Members of the opposite sex invariably succumbed to her effortless allure, while simultaneously treating my existence as though my very presence on the planet was an annoying inconvenience.

Beatrice said to have Melinda snort. The two knew who and what would do more good. Seeing that her powers were drained by the second, she knew where Melinda's worry lies. Walking out of the Mansion to stand by the roadside, she looked around and turned to wave at Lady Herbert that stood by the balcony of her Mansion. Beatrice took another walk, walking into the woods when she was sure there was nobody around...in a few seconds as if lightning had struck she ran out of the woods in a flash. * *

“I loved you, Drake.” “I don’t love you, Bea. I am so sorry.” “Why are you doing this?” she asked, between sobs. “I have been good to you. I did everything for you. I invested in your company. I served you. what is there that I need to do so that you will change your mind?” “I won't change my mind, Beatrice. I want out of this marriage.” “I don’t want to be the one who first has to divorce in this family! Please, Drake…”