Beatrice In The Divine Comedy Novels & Stories

It was actually complementary. Beatrice also had numerous mood swings. She also portrayed this double-sided personality. She acted nicely when Alpha Quinn was there but she was a devil in his absence. She was also very clingy and wild and she acted dependent towards Alpha Quinn but in his absence, she was matured in the acts of cruelty. She took solace in punishing maids cruelly for little or no reason. Anyway, Alpha Quinn talked to Beatrice softly and gently. "Lydia isn't here to replace you darling. No one in the world can take your place in my heart…" Alpha Quinn began to tell Beatrice.

Beatrice, the Alpha’s lover, butts in while throwing herself at him. Beatrice is a mere Omega and was supposedly my maid. However, with a pretty face and a sweet personality, she captured the Alpha’s heart instead. Everyone in the pack knows about her illicit affair with Benedict. Unfortunately, the majority prefer her as their Luna compared to having me, the daughter of the cruel Alpha. "Beatrice…" It makes me want to puke just looking at how affectionate Benedict is toward his woman while calling her name. I’m not jealous at all, but to think that I married such a fool makes me regretful and annoyed at myself.

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. * *

"Why have you appeared before me again, after all this time?" Beatrice smirked. "Don't be delusional, Lucas. I am not here for you. I just attended your engagement and I don't have any other intentions." She replied to him, firmly. His eyes squinted. "Really?" his voice sounded something interesting. Beatrice met Lucas's gaze head-on, her expression resolute despite the turmoil churning inside her. "I'm not here for you, Lucas," she replied firmly, her voice steady. "I have my own reasons for being here, reasons that have nothing to do with you."

" Alright, Lucia. Let me quickly finish the food so that you can have your meal before the evening sets in. You know it is not good to have meals late." Beatrice ate the food and drank the remainder of the apple cider. She had never tasted anything quite like it before, not even back in the twenty first century. This one was naturally sweet as it had no artificial sweeteners unlike the ones she had drank in the twenty first century. She handed the tray back to Lucia and yawned loudly. "Do not bother to come back in here after your meal. I am tired and I need to take a nap to revive my energy. After that, I shall pay a visit to Alexander in his office. "

“...It’s fine, you go ahead.” She raised her hand to push him away, playfully hitting him in the process. Charlie smiled, the corners of his eyes filled with amusement, “Don’t be polite, if you faint from heatstroke, I’ll carry you.” Candice mouthed two words at him: Shut up. During their conversation, Beatrice seemed like a deaf-mute person who had entered the monastery, walking through four seasons and seeing life from a distance. Charlie picked her up halfway. She just continued to look indifferent, as if in a state of profound detachment.

The sound reverberated through the dungeon, a final punctuation to his fate. I stepped into the cool night air, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The scent of blood clung to my hands, a reminder of what I had done—and what I was capable of. My claws retracted slowly, the shift back to human form a reluctant surrender. But before I could fully center myself, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Beatrice. Elijah’s wife. She approached with a quiet grace, her long grey gown swaying gently with each step. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of calm composure, but there was a determination in her stride that made me pause.

She only indulged Selena because she pitied the situation of her late friends' daughter. "The Alkyaries had been so intent on ending our lives that they hadn't noticed the approach of the two fairies, Celeste and Abel— your parents." Beatrice continued. "They worked their magic and voila! we were delivered. "Goddess! They had looked so scary doing their thing that I thought they were like a higher level of predators who had come to destroy the competition in order to claim their prey." Beatrice chuckled. "When we became friends with them we realized that they were real softies and scaredy cats inspite of the great power they possessed."

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

"Here comes the bride.." Dante was distracted into consciousness once again by the lull of conversation between the women at his side only to notice that he must have zoned out for quite a bit of time, because he hadn't realized until then, that they had been newly joined by a rather elderly looking gentleman and his wife_Or was it his daughter? Dante wasn't sure. He couldn't be sure these days. With all the pimping about and the rise in plastic surgeries, all the feminine faces were beginning to blur into one.