Beatrice Divergent Novels & Stories

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

Your father keeps me away from you - Olga was poisonous - Go inside, Grandma's coming! - You bastard! - I hissed after they walked away - This is foul play, okay? You're not going to keep me away from them, Olga. You're not going to keep me away from them, Olga. - I've already pitted Hector against you," the old woman smiled, "All that's left is Lavinia. It'll be easy, Miguel Henrique, and you'll never see your children again. And you will still support me... money is not the problem for you.

Nola hissed snidely, and I watched a flicker of irritation pass over Sarah’s porcelain face before she cast on her mask of indifference. “No, we were to be welcomed...a royal procession with lots of cymbals and shit, the whole kaboom,” I answered more reasonably because the maiden was still looking up at me in askance. “Whatever you do Hector Bates, descendant of the highland’s Lycan king,” My father's words floated through between my ears unbiased so that the slow drum of a muscle twitching started at the base of my neck as a wave of unease settled over me. Where was everyone?

RAVEN I paced Danica’s bedchamber, my mind spinning. What was my father planning? What kind of questions would these "neighbors" ask? The fact that I couldn't refuse to see them made the walls feel like they were closing in. My father had been too specific about these visitors. He knew they would poke and prod, looking for any sign that the Beast of Northshore was as weak as the rumors suggested. Worse, I was terrified that if they pushed too hard, I might slip. If I spoke like a man, or failed to describe the "romantic" life of a bride, the lie would crumble.