Beatrice Tris Prior Novels & Stories

“And you're saying all three of your children were born after his treatment?” “Yes,” she nodded firmly. “All three.” I watched her carefully. There was something different about her now. The panic in her eyes had disappeared. She had found an explanation. And judging by the way most of the people were listening and nodding, it was working. Beatrice turned toward Silas. “That is why I know he isn't Lucas's son.” Silas's expression remained unreadable. “Because you believe Lucas couldn't have fathered him?” “Not just believe. I know,” Beatrice said confidently, her voice becoming firmer. “Silas was born before Lucas underwent treatment.”

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.

Whatever happened, she was determined to let the Alpha know about his wife’s secrets anyway. "I have a friend who is good friends with Scarlet, and she said that Scarlet was in a relationship with a man before she got married! That friend also said that she would not have married you if it weren't for you funding the Franzel Corp," Beatrice said carefully, like she was afraid of Aztec lashing out at her. However, when she was done, Aztec looked at her with a bored face. He was wondering how he had fallen in love with a woman this shallow. Maybe he really needed to reorganize his priorities because this was too shameful, right?

It was only normal for her to believe what she said. “Okay. Let’s say you’re right about him, or about my feelings for him. But still, I need a little longer time to think. Okay? Please?” Annaliese decided to open up a little. Beatrice gave a thumbs-up. “Cool. You won’t regret this,” she convinced her. Annaliese chuckled. “You sound like you’re a fortune teller, you know that?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I am.” Beatrice played with her eyebrow then got up from the bed and turned around. “For your information, we’re invited for a short trip next town. It’s still part of Saoirse’s birthday journey. And I already said yes.”

This was the agreement between them after he 'bought' her three years ago. Zara did not budge. Instead, she sauntered over to him and teased, "If you're that desperate, why'd you let Beatrice go? I thought she caught your eye?" Yosef did not deny it, but he smiled half-heartedly. "You picked up on that, huh?" As if she could have missed it... Zara's voice was a low whisper. "When did it happen? And what's her role?" Yosef's voice softened at the mention of Beatrice. "I met her at Starville University recently. She's an art major, and she doesn't know anything. I thought I'd let her start off as an assistant."

“Oh, you know me. Stop pretending. I’m Vicky Newsom. My late husband was Jonas MacClare.” Beatrice then had the widest smile on her face. She then pretended that the memories were flooding back to her. She then said, “Oh, you’re that Vicky.” “Yes, we used to go to high school together.” “Yes, we did.” Beatrice was now smiling at her with a wicked intention. “So, how have you been?” “I’m doing wonderful.” Beatrice looked at Joshua and the woman next to him, whom she presumed is Megan. “Beatrice Miller,” thought Joshua. “She’s quite famous and very well known. She’s also very well respected as well. She’s quite reputable,” he continued thinking.

And I heard they've known each other since they were kids. She kept talking, but I turned and walked away. I couldn't bear to hear another word. Knowing that the man I had dated for years was about to marry someone else cut deep. At that moment, the office door swung open. Declan walked in with Beatrice in tow. Everyone stood as soon as they entered. "Good morning!" Beatrice greeted brightly. She looked radiant, nothing like someone who was supposed to be dying of cancer. Declan wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling warmly. "Let me introduce you all. This is Beatrice Porter. She'll be our new CTO."

He asked as I raised a brow at him. Leticia and Beatrice shared contact before Beatrice cleared her throat and the doctor gave her his attention. "Yes," She said as she fumbled with her clothes. "She's been acting weird ever since the death of her mother," Beatrice answered and the doctor nodded. "For how long?" He asked. "Her mother died last week, but we noticed the changes this week," Beatrice said sadly as a low sigh escaped her lips. "Okay, Your friend has been diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," He said and I froze.

Beatrice holds a sharp shattered glass and holds the neck of Giselle, pulling the girl up so that she was standing right against the edge of the cliff. "Do not take another step or I will make sure that the last thing you see is the blood of your precious mate staining the grass of this mountain. She said crazily that Giselle is weak unlike her, so if Alpha Jake and Alpha Nathan dare to hurt Beatrice, she will first kill Giselle before she jumps into the water herself," Beatrice yelled. She was shaking so much that the glass nicked Giselle’s skin, and a small drop of red blood appeared on the girl’s neck. Alpha Nathan stepped forward, his face full of a deep regret because he realized that h

It makes me smile to myself, knowing Lily has people who care and love her so much. “I don’t know why but I can’t put him down… like- like I need him just as much as he needs me,” Beatrice sniffles, “I… I was pregnant once… with a boy pup. He died… I had a miscarriage. They said my body wasn’t strong enough for the pregnancy. That it wasn’t meant to be… but I had his name picked out and everything. I was so ready for him…” She was so quiet, along with the rest of the room.