Beatrice Warrior Nun Novels & Stories

Such the exhibitionist. Bertram knew just how to get the Warrior there to make sure it all transpired just as it should. It was time to bring the Warrior's roommate into the party full force. He could use her to bring the Warrior to the Bottoms and to the fight. It was time Laci Valentine played the part she was meant to play—bait. He had hoped he could use her desire for witchcraft to mold her into a weapon he could wield. Yet, they no longer had time to wait.

------------------------------------ Merliah's Point of view.. ---------------------------------- I woke up before the buzzer of my alarm berserks. I am just excited to attend my class today because I had to see that snob dean of mine. Time to shine again, let's piss him off today. I came prepared in his class today, just in case he tried to humiliate me for not knowing the answer to his recitation. 'Who would enter a war without weapons and arms, that would be a suicide.' I have to maintain my noble image, that is why I have to prove to him how brilliant I am.

She must have a huge monster waiting for me for her to be so happy about this. “ Will you…fight in my place…” she turned towards our right, the only place I didn’t even bother looking at until now. “ Princess Lenora? ” My heart skipped a beat. I looked to my right and froze on my spot. She was there—that Beatrice girl. It seemed she had been there all along, in her plain blue T-shirt and black pants. How was she here? I glared at her as she looked at me, her innocent eyes not so innocent to me anymore.

“Is this what you wanted? Because you won, Beatrice. She’s dead.” Her mouth parted. “What are you talking about?” “Zara.” I breathed her name like a curse. “She’s dead. She got in an accident this morning after she disappeared two days ago and died at the hospital. So congratulations, Bee. You really stuck the landing on that final act.” Beatrice blinked, stunned into silence. “No… no, that’s not—” “That’s not what?” I snapped. “Not what you wanted? You wanted to humiliate her. Destroy her. You convinced me to be a monster, and I was too spineless to stop it. But you—you loved every second of it. Every second of watching her crumble.”

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.”

"Not even high-ranking Beta. Your father's pack has some influence but nothing exceptional. So why throw your life away for people who'll forget you existed the moment this is over?" "Because someone has to." "Hero complex. Predictable." He pulled up a tablet. "Let me show you something." The screen displayed footage from the ballroom. Bea fighting. Her short hair wild, green eyes blazing, every movement deadly and precise. My chest tightened. "Beatrice Sharpe. Future Alpha. Military elite family. She's quite impressive." The interrogator zoomed in on her face. "Also completely exposed. King Alexander's snipers have clear shots on her from three different angles."

Not because she was afraid, but because she knew the opponent she would face tonight was far more dangerous than the shallow Silas White or emotional Victoria. Beatrice Thorne was an intellectual sociopath who had built military-grade security systems behind the scenes of British politics. Mavric, sensing Liora’s unease, gripped her hand tightly. His thumb stroked the back of her hand in a calming motion. “You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to,” Mavric said, his voice sounding fiercely protective. “I brought you here only to show her that my choice is non-negotiable.” “If she insults you, we’ll leave immediately.”

Her eyes started to water again but she stopped them. “I-I need this, Mister Bruce. Please,” Beatrice said. Leaving her ego away. Mateo rested his back on the chair. “Your wish is my command.” Beatrice took a deep breath. That night, she knew it was her end. She sold herself to the devil.

she said. Beatrice smiled. "Don't ask me that question, ask Vaness and Candice. Ask the common man," she said. "It takes a special person to catch a bullet meant to kill her," she said. "You saved my life, you saved Vanessa's. You stood up to the infernal. You are on your way to negotiate peace with the Vance pack. Even while everyone said you can't you persevered." Beatrice said. "That to me is special." myx

“It has been a hot minute since I saw you. Have you been speaking with Joyce?” Beatrice had been running this cafe before I even got into middle school. For some reason, she always thought I was friends with Joyce, her daughter. That couldn't be farther from the truth. “I haven't spoken to Joyce in a while,” I said, flashing a polite smile at her. Beatrice nodded. “I’m guessing you don't know she's clean now. My girl now supports addicts, especially younger ones, in the battle against heroin addiction.” “That’s amazing. She's doing really well for herself,” I said, pretending I had even thought about Joyce for once since high school.