Novel & Cerita Beck From Victorious

She believed that even the losers would be moved by the celebration of victory. Well, this brief journey had been quite interesting. "It seems like the winner of this bet is you, Becca," said Daniel. Daniel also witnessed the victory in this match. Honestly, for the first time watching such a competition, he found it surprisingly awe-inspiring, and not inferior to other sports. It was no wonder so many people were moved by the pursuit of victory. Rebecca looked up into Daniel's eyes when she heard his gentle voice. She didn't actually take the bet seriously, since it meant nothing much to her.

For the sake of my pack, for the safety of Anastasia and my children, I’ve emerged victorious! Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, my keen ears catch the sound of a triumphant roar echoing through the night. Turning my gaze, I survey the scene before me, my heart swelling with pride as I realize that my warriors have emerged victorious too. The enemies either lie strewn across the ground or sprinting away out of fear, their numbers decimated and their ranks broken, testament to the skill and determination of my loyal pack. It’s not just my own personal battle against Dwight that has been won, but a collective triumph, forged through unity and unwavering resolve.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

The numbers are on your desk, that's all. Alicia stood up. —Yes, sir, I'll get on with it now, don't worry. Alicia turned around; Axel went back to his documents. When he heard a voice calling him. —Sir? Alicia said without even turning around. Axel looked up. She turned around with a smile and her cheeks were red; she looked pretty. Of all the women he had met, she was different, Lucia, adorable with those blushing cheeks. —Tell me.

Before this, I could always tell that he was being playfully annoying but today, it felt like he was trying to convey something with his eyes. “I won't let you off the hook easily.” Beck said, gently hitting the side of my face. “I'm Beck Wilson, you know. The second all of these things are sorted, you Hudson, will have to worship the ground I walk on.” “Yea right.” I rolled my eyes at that, but it brought a smile to my face. I liked spending time with Beck, his presence made me feel better.

HECTOR BAYES The pump of the horse bucking under me was all the adrenaline I needed as I shot out the stone castle gates with half the royal army hot on my heels like a bat straight out of hell. “Faster soldiers! Taste their blood! Avenge your pound of flesh!” I screamed, pumping one raised claw in the air as the riot of soldiers chanting back echoed in the space between my ears. ”For your wives! For your children!” I commanded, the image of Nola’s porcelain face rising unbidden under my eyelids and the soldiers heaved in response, howling as we breached the village center.

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