Beatrice Warrior Nun Novels & Stories

And now, the woman who had served as both shield and lightning rod was vulnerable in a way no strategy could disguise. “They’ll sense it,” Elena said. “Yes,” Lillian replied. “And they’ll move.” Hours passed. Doctors came and went, their language careful but unmistakable. Beatrice had stabilized, but only just. She would not be returning to public life soon. Perhaps not at all. “She’s conscious,” a nurse said finally. “Briefly. She asked for you.” Lillian went in alone. Beatrice’s eyes were open when Lillian entered, unfocused at first, then sharpening as recognition settled.

He had my name, my fortune, and my legacy ahead of him. The intercom buzzed, breaking the silence. "Mr. Thorne, I'm so sorry, but your sister-in-law is here. She... she didn't have an appointment, but she's already past the desk." Before I could answer, the heavy oak doors swung open. Beatrice walked in, looking like a high-end assassin in a dress that was little more than a whisper of crimson silk. It was cut dangerously low, her heavy tits practically spilling out with every step she took. She didn't look like a woman here for a family visit; she looked like a woman here to stake a claim.

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.

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."

she asks. Javier pauses in evident thought. “No. May I ask who you are and what you’re thinking?” “I am Healer Beatrice of Stormhowl.” She frowns. “I need to do some research, but it sounds like something I studied in medical school, an unexplained illness that took several wolves in Packhunter Kingdom some hundred years ago.” “Please accept my invitation to join us in Thornheart,” Javier says. Then he tacks on politely, “With your permission, Prince Vincent.”

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

Especially when Hera was in tears. Beatrice let Hera cry and wet her shoulder with tears. Her shirt was probably damp from the tears, but it didn't matter. Hera had another friend on campus, Anwar. But he hadn't been seen since earlier. Beatrice wanted to ask Hera, but it seemed that Hera needed Beatrice more right now.