Beck From Victorious Mga Nobela at Kwento

No wonder later he gets sick and is thrown out of the house, abandoned on the street by his own biological parents…] But I didn’t care at all. Looking at Blaine, who had finally taken first place in the grade for the first time, I smiled. He looked ecstatic; his eyes red as if he had finally proven himself. Of course, I didn’t miss the smug, mocking expression he gave me when he glanced at my report card. He was happy, and so was I. Because that meant I could claim an even better reward. Sure enough, that day, both Maddie and Mr. Zimmerman were in exceptionally good moods.

"Compromising who I am for money or success or... anything." Beck reached over and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. The gesture was tender. Careful. His fingers lingered against my cheek for a moment longer than necessary. "I don't think you'd ever do that," he said softly. "You're too stubborn." "Cut!" Victoria called out. "That was perfect. Let's do it again, but this time I want you to actually touch. Hold her hand. Make it real." We did it again. Beck took my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. We repeated the dialogue. His voice was soft when he spoke about his fears. Mine was steady when I talked about my own.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Marcus angrily said. Builder looked at Marcus and tried to understand his words. Marcus punched him and kicked him which threw Builder in Becky's feet. She looked at him in disgust and put her sword on his neck. "I told you, I am your death. Your barbarian reign has come to an end. She shouts in anger. "Who.. who are you? I don't recognize you. You are not from this realm". He asked again. His eyes have fire but confusion about Becky. Becky laughed. Her avatar changed and she turned into a divine Goddess. The two wolves to her side.

He took the gun Vivianne was holding. They took cover behind a tree, and there, Beckett began to shoot at the enemies trying to approach them. Beckett aimed accurately, especially since he was no longer afraid to kill. He had already conquered that fear during the Foedus Initiation. Luckily, they didn’t have any guns, only knives. Vivianne managed to retrieve the three guns the men had earlier to prevent them from being used by others. "What are you doing?" Beckett asked when he saw Vivianne handling the guns.

"Does it really not hurt? It looks bad." Only Sam kept a level head, and his explanation came fairly easily. "Who else but Daniel Winston would mess with Becca? There's nothing to worry about, though. They didn't manage to take advantage of her." Just the thought of the defeated looks the pair wore when he went searching for Rebecca made him want to laugh. Becca was talented. If they decided to mess with her, she would return the favor. She played the part of a pitiful woman well!

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

I was about to walk out of the room without looking back when he called my name. “Becky! Becky!!” His voice clearly showed I was winning. I felt a strange sense of relief. This wasn’t just about Alexander trying to win me back. This was about me taking control of my life, refusing to be a pawn in his game or anyone else’s. I stood and asked,

After the scene, everywhere was quiet, even Becky had healed from the stabs from Winny and was now trembling. Knowing all the rules is my advantage, and that is why I would never let anyone hurt Winny.

One thing was certain, no matter how Becky would argue about the greatness of Werewolve books she would not be convince that it is better than Vampire books. “So it seems to me that you are avoiding me” Becky stated. “So you believe I would avoid you because I lost to you? Common! Becky, I am not one of those frustrated loosers” She stated. Beckywent on to engulf her in a friendly hug as a sign that she had missed her. “Welcome back to school; so what do you hope to achieve in our final days at Valour High school?” Becky asked.