Novel & Cerita Beatrice Stone Anger

Beatrice’s confidence cracked for the first time as her smile faltered, her eyes widening in disbelief. “H-How? It’s impossible.” The air itself trembled with my anger as my claws began to appear beneath my skin, the beast inside me fighting to unleash. “Leave!” My tone dropped to a deadly calmness as I moved forward and opened the door, giving her the last warning. “Go and ask your dear herbalist about his favorite way to die. I am feeling merciful today.” Beatrice turned around and ran out, her hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. I closed the door shut and leaned against the wood, breathing hard.

I threw it. I hurled the Blue Diamond into the dark, toward the edge of the pier where the waves were crashing against the rusted pilings. "No!" Beatrice shrieked. She turned, her greed overriding her bloodlust, and lunged toward the darkness to catch the billion-dollar stone before it vanished into the sea. In that split second of distraction, Melanie moved. She hadn't been working for Beatrice—she had been waiting for her moment. She tackled Beatrice from behind, the two women spiraling into the mud.

Beatrice was totally confused by Alexander's expression. His face was contorted with anger. She had never seen him this angry. Not even when he had threatened to have the healer give her a large dose of sleeping medicine. Alexander's anger now was something else. Beatrice wondered what was ticking him off in her dress. It was a very beautiful dress, as beautiful as any one could get and it was decent too. It did not expose any part of her body that was not supposed to be exposed.

I pulled out fast, letting my hand finish the job, pumping furiously until hot streams shot across her stomach. I still had my cock in my hand as I raised my head, lo and behold, and there was Anthony, staring at us, his silhouette was difficult to not recognize. I froze and I felt my chest drop into ice. Almost immediately, Beatrice followed my gaze, titling her head, and the second her eyes landed on him she scrambled off the counter like she’d been burned, grabbing her t-shirt and wearing it without hesitation. “Anthony—” she started, but he stormed out, fury written all over him.

Beatrice asked and Goerge looked at her with anger. "Really, is that all you have to say?" Beatrice asked and walked closer. "I am not her spy, I just helped a coward like you!" Beatrice said and Goerge's mouth got bitter. "Beatrice, what the hell are you saying?" Aunty Mimi yelled as she felt the matter was getting worse. Beatrice was daring Goerge and Goerge was already at the apex of his anger and could burn anything in his way. "I'm asking him if I am saying the truth or not" Beatrice said and laughed while Goerge was silently glaring at her.

"What is going on here?" Beatrice squared her shoulders, her face flushed with anger and betrayal. With a sharp intake of breath, she thrust her finger toward Rodney, her gaze fierce and wild. "He hit me!" she screeched, her voice ascending to a frenzied pitch, filling the tense atmosphere with her anguish. Elizabeth's gaze didn't waver, and with obvious contempt for her daughter, she asked, "Why?" It was hard not to feel a twinge of sympathy for Beatrice after discovering the cold indifference she had endured from her mother.

The silence was suffocating. I released her hair, stepping back, my hands trembling at my sides. The bloodstone pressed against my ribs, a secret I couldn’t let slip. “Keep talking,” I said, my voice hard, turning to Beatrice. “Where’s the stone? Don’t make me hurt you again.” She lifted her head, meeting my gaze, and for a moment, I saw it—understanding, buried under her tears. “You already have,” she whispered, her voice a broken thread. “Just finish me and be done with it, Angelica.”

She had come because she needed Silas to play his part to keep Evelyn from throwing them all into the street before the gala. Beatrice pulled her hand away from Lydia’s reach, her face contorting with a sudden, hot wave of pure, unadulterated fury. She sat up straight on the bed, her voice trembling with an intense, raging bitterness that shattered the quiet of the dark room. Her mom replied angrily so this apology was never genuine?

She blows air in her fists, looking the least affected by my persona. "Then I won't call you Angel that everybody has misunderstood you as," I reproachfully tell her but she is looking down at her book. Cautiously, I try to grab one of the nearest of her beloved pens. Just as my finger comes in contact with the green one, her hand slaps the back of mine, and the pen lands on her lap. I contract my hand to myself as a sharp pain radiates from it. Celeste darts her glaring eyes to mine and I swear her previously pale blue eyes are now electric.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!