Beatrice Laus Novels & Stories

“Really? He doesn’t look at you like you are his friend.” Beatrice rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why you are interrogating me, Mister Bruce. But Javier is only my best friend. Okay?” Mateo did not answer and only looked at her. She felt weird when his eyes fell on her lips. “W-What are you doing here?” “I owned this.” “Really?” “Yes. It’s my last name. Don’t you know?” Beatrice's mouth opened. ‘That’s why Amadeus sent me to the top floor. I thought he was just filthy rich.’

“Excuse me, ma’am. Can we help you find something?” The woman was not surprised but she stopped staring at Christine. She flipped her hair graciously for it to fall on her back. Christine and I dropped our jaws because of her beauty. She looked at Christine and lend a hand again. “I’m Lauren Beatrice, president of BNB Modelling agency that is very well-known in the world.” Christine and I glanced at each other again. BNB Modelling aganecy, I think I’ve heard a lot about that and her name before.

Prosecutor: Miss Beatrice, where do you work? Beatrice: I presently work at Rachel's studio. Prosecutor: Were you present at the studio on the day of the incident? Beatrice: Yes, I was at the studio. Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant, Lawson Webmar? Beatrice: Yes, I know him very well, I used to work for him at Lawson's group before he dismissed me. Prosecutor: Let's focus on that day. What happened. Beatrice: Rachel was in her office with Aaron when I was told someone had come asking for her. When she stepped out, I saw it was her husband Lawson.

I didn't like this topic at all. “When did you start doing that, my Lord?” Lauren asked me slowly. “You used to be about the pleasure and the fun and it was really good at that time. I think you should let go of the seriousness for now and hold onto Beatrice. A night with her will solve a lot of problems for you!” “It will only had more problems!” I shouted. I could tell that Lauren didn't know the real kind of person whom Beatrice is. “Why?” Lauren asked simply.

Pania laughed again. "Oh...so you're ranking based on what you saw in the footies bathroom? Go beyond that, maybe we can listen to you," Zenni said, driving slower. "Thanks for that statement, Zen," Beatrice raised her phone with the overly decorated porch. "I thought no one was interested in this topic?" Kehlani said, looking up from her phone with a corny smile. She stabbed the side of her mouth with her tongue tip. "You sure love dropping bombs then leaving us to settle the smokes you little slût!" Beatrice's lashes batted.

Alicia got up earlier than usual, as she wanted to have her suitcase packed for the trip to Miami. She was excited about the trip. Since she married Gabriel, she hadn't traveled anymore, as there was always a new excuse not to take her on his trips. Once she had packed everything in her suitcase, she went to the company. — Good morning, Laura. She greeted the receptionist at the entrance. In his first month, Luis had been in charge of introducing all the workers and had started friendships with many of them.

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

His gaze lingers on my breast, causing me to instinctively wrap my arms around myself. A smirk plays on his lips as he asks, "Who do we have here?" "This is my assistant, Amelia." "Amelia? Don't tell me your assistant is the king's mate?" "Yes," Beatrice confirms. "But she isn't a witch. How can she be your assistant?" Lord Easterlin questions, mirroring my own thoughts. "She isn't my actual assistant, but she's filling in. Even though she doesn't have magic, she can still help run errands."

[Elara] “You?” Beatrice laughs, wiping the tears off her cheeks. “Handling the Gordons’ ENTIRE investment portfolio?” She continues to laugh, barely holding herself back. I have to say. I have never seen her laugh this hard before. It’s actually quite amusing to see her lose like that. She finally shakes her head, slowly calming down. “Come on, Elara. I know you’ve always wanted to prove your worth to me, but you don’t have to say something so absurd just because you want us to treat you like you’re someone important.”

he said and took out fries. I laughed. "Chill, Neri. You're too aborted by that." "Hi Elena, Neri!" We both looked at Peter and Shawn. We were classmates who were also classmates in high school. I waved at them. Neri faked a smile. "Your smile is obviously fake." She ate fries again. "What now? They don't know, anyway. You're the only one who notices so it's okay." "I don't know about you." In the middle of the conversation my eyes caught the entrance of Beatrice Vasquez. She's from the higher batch. A daughter of a famous socialite. I've seen her in some social gatherings for the past months. Their family is in the fashion industry because they own a clothing company.