Beck From Victorious Mga Nobela at Kwento

He swiped to accept the call and took his time in bringing the handset up to his ear. “What the fuck do you want?” he growled. I recognized the annoying cackle at the end of the line. It was Claw. “Alpha Jax. You sound pissed. Have I caught you at a bad time?” he crooned; his tone was laced with sarcasm. Jax and I locked eyes instantly, both holding the same murderous glare. “The Beast has challenged you to a fight to the death,” Jax informed him. “The Reaper has sent his men to drag you to the cage . . . There’s no use trying to run.”

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

He lowered his head in a form of respect and looked up at me. “Alpha Levi has managed to convince the council to understand the reason for the war and now approval has been granted.” “About time…” I said and dismissed him afterwards. Once the door close back, Becky returned with my armor and I turned around and allow her wear the heavy metal on my body. “Do you still miss Damien?” Becky asked, as she adjusted the weight on my hips. “Ofcourse I still love Damien. I am only killing the soldiers and making sure that he stays alive for me.”

Is this where Kaia had been all along. As soon as I see him exit the grand front doors, making his way over to us I remember him instantly. How could I have forgotten him…he had a limp to his walk and the scar across his eye was still prominent. “Alpha Hector…it’s great to see you again!” He extends his hand out to me, shaking it with enthusiasm. He clearly remembered me. “Alpha Beckett, I’m glad to see you finally made a new pack for yourself.” “It’s getting there, I hear we have you both to thank for winning the battle. I hope you haven’t been injured.”

She turned to Evander. He was looking at the burning houses one by one, and each and everyone of them, went back, to the way they were, before she had attacked them. Jake came running to Evander's side, just as Alec got to him, and the two soldiers that were holding him were lying at his feet. No blood, no gore. Just like they'd fallen asleep.

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

“I have a few. Why?” “Are they single?” “They are.” “I need one of you. Margo can’t have all the fun.” “Something tells me you don’t miss out on fun,” Beck responds, taking a step into the room. He doesn’t look at either Emma or Winnie as he comes to stop in front of me. He looks me up and down with appreciation. “I can’t fucking wait for everyone in this city to know you’re mine.”

I just hoped it was on our side of the battlefield when the time came. The room fell silent as I raised my right hand. "Tonight, we welcome back two of our own from the clutches of darkness. They bravely risked their lives for our people and came out victorious. We are honored to have them as a part of our pack. Heath, Nolan…" I glanced from one to the other as they sat in the center of the room. Heath was next to his mate, and Nolan had both his mate and children on his other side. "Welcome back, and may the Goddess be with you. I would also like to welcome the first of many esteemed guests that will be joining us. Rona Willa, it is a pleasure to have you here."

Candy’s voice came through, low and grim: “Movement at the northern ridge. Lots of it. Whatever they’re planning... it’s happening now.” Becky reached for her blades, her fingers trembling for the briefest moment before she stilled them. I caught her wrist. “We do this together.” She paused, staring at me. I didn’t look away. Not this time. Then finally her fingers laced through mine, tight enough to bruise. “Together,” she said. The word was a vow. A promise. A warning. They wanted a war? Fine. We’d give them one. ok away. Not this time.

Is it the shadows this time? Then he jumped. A blur of motion, claws outstretched, aiming straight for me. I braced myself, my heartbeat hammering in my ears, but his hand never connected. It stopped, mere inches from my face. Beck. Shock flashed across his expression, his aggressive stance crumbling in an instant. Then, without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. And one by one, the soldiers behind him did the same. “Luna,” Beck said, his voice rough, breathless. “Rake woke up.”