Beatrice Tris Prior Novels & Stories

“We need to arrange for her to be transferred home so we can begin the funeral preparations. She should be at the mansion.” I glanced back at Slade, who still hadn't moved an inch. “I’ll stay here with him,” Miranda promised, reading my concern. I nodded, feeling the night settle on my shoulders. With Aaron following a few paces behind me, I headed toward the administration wing to sign the necessary documents and find Rick. There was so much to do, and the long, difficult road to saying goodbye had only just begun. Within a few hours, the arrangements were finalized. That same night, the ambulance made the final, somber journey, carrying Beatrice Pierce back to the mansion she had ruled for

"If there's a serious problem, you can come and live with us. Or we can both help you with the bills. I can help you anyway. I won't let it go through problems right under my nose, or rather, next to my door.” I couldn't have felt more moved by her words. Beatrice said to anyone who wanted to hear that she never approached someone that her orishas did not approve of. That she always knew who was plotting behind her back and was always on alert to avoid these people. I knew that she didn't have many friends either, and that in addition to her mother and her husband, I was the only one who went to her house. So, it was really very significant to know that the entities of her religion approved

Although she would’ve loved to see the head chef and the galley, with matters pressing, this no longer featured on her itinerary. Her new plan was simple enough. She would attempt to surreptitiously keep Primrose in view, and wait for her to make her move. Beatrice suspected that as the evening went on Codd’s PA would attempt to slip away from the crowds and make her move on Melville Craig. Beatrice scanned the room, and could see Primrose talking to a short, elderly woman who was clearly wearing a blonde wig. Primrose looked directly at Beatrice, and the sedentary smile returned.

The man who won't allow something bad to happen to me. Currently, I was in my room wearing the beautiful white dress that Tobias bought for me. I am already done but still can't be able to go out. I was still looking at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked good before facing my husband. “Do you think I'm all good to go, Trish?” My eyes were in the mirror when I asked Trisha. I just heard her chuckle before responding to me. “You know already that even if you didn't wear that dress, you are still so gorgeous, Beatrice. That's one of the factors which helped you to capture the cold heart of the alpha.”

He closed his eyes against the memories, but they came upon him anyway. Trent hadn’t been able to save Beatrice. He’d tried his hardest to protect her and his siblings, but he’d only been a boy. He’d only grown to his full height after Beatrice had passed away, and by then, Edward had already begun to suffer from emphysema. Beatrice had been fragile and shattered by the time she’d died, when she’d overdosed on pain medication the day after her thirty-eighth birthday. Trent had been the one to find her.

Uriel continued pointedly, “this coronation will involve sacred rites, blessings, and healing protocols for the Queen after her ordeal. Lady Beatrice has no background in healing.” Riela glanced between them. “Uriel—” Beatrice smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. “Who said I don’t?” she said. Uriel froze. “What?” Wilma’s eyes sharpened with interest. “Explain.” Beatrice folded her hands neatly in front of her. “My lady mother was a court healer before she married into nobility. I was trained privately. Not officially registered, but trained nonetheless.” Uriel stared at her. “That’s impossible. I would have known.”

"Beatrice, do you have any names? Anyone specific connected to Draganov Holdings from back then, someone who might still be active now?" Beatrice hesitated, something fearful moving behind her sharp, careful eyes. "There was a name," she admitted slowly. "A handler, someone who managed the contact with Marguerite directly. I never confirmed a full identity, only an initial the file referenced repeatedly." She looked at Isabella with an expression of dawning, uneasy recognition. "The same initial, if I remember correctly, appears in the most recent reports I've kept following this family's affairs from a careful distance over the years." "D," Isabella said quietly, already knowing the answer

I don't know how I'm going to get used to him after the third day. "If you will all go back to your limos and have a safe night." Lady Beatrice tells us. But when I'm walking past her she stops me. "Be careful Miss Wright." She warns. "What?" I stare at her with confusion. "Your mate, he's bad for you." She whispers. "Well, tell that to the Moon Goddess." I walk away from her. "Is it true that she's Alpha Hughes's mate?" "Better her than me." "But still..."

I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek. I got up and decided to make dinner. I walked out from my room and closed the door. "Clyde's sleeping?" Becca asked and I nodded. "He must be tired." "Look at yourself." He said and I laughed as I opened the fridge. "I'm going out.. Tris' birthday." She said and I nodded. "You look beautiful as always, Becca."

she said, leaning in for a cheek-to-cheek greeting. “And you as well, Tita Rita.” Beatrice removed her oversized Gucci glasses, slipping them into her clutch. “Forgive me for being late,” she added smoothly. “I had to take care of a ruckus in Dad’s casino.” Rita waved a dismissive hand, her rings catching the light. “It’s all right, dear. Now that you’re here, I want you to look at this album.”