Beck From Victorious Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We voted and half the team stayed behind to try to find him. That went directly against Beck's orders and he'll be pissed off. They were to make the rendezvous point and leave behind anyone who wasn't with them when they traveled." That's Beck. Whatever it takes to get the job done. It isn't that he doesn't have compassion for his fellow Warriors, it's that he works for the greater good and sometimes that means leaving Warriors behind. Nothing short of death would keep Beck from that rendezvous, and the realization that my friend is likely dead punches me in the gut.

That is why you can't stay mad at me, Alex Bennett, because you think the same way too. He clung to me like he was afraid to let go. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back. The pain inside every ravaged breath was like a dagger through my chest, turning my soul to ash. We had been lucky tonight. It might seem like we evaded the clutches of death by pure dumb luck, but we would recover from this. If I had learned anything, it was that we were stronger when united. "That may be true," Alex murmured, responding to my thoughts. "But you're still getting punished."

He winked and walked her closer to the group of friends. "Congratulations because someone has already beaten you. Nice! You're doomed,” one of them studied. "Maybe, and guys I would like you to meet Adda, my girl." Beck received a pinch when he said that. He cried out again to the astonishment of those who saw it. "She's just not used to being called gf," Beck added.

The scene was too abstract but the pressure that they were emitting was so strong and made the enemy tremble in fear. Becky points at them while shaking and stepping backward until she falls in her butt first. “y-your monsters!” the crowd from before also gasped at what they were witnessing and their courage soars high and steps forward too. They were on the very back of their saviors as they stand tall and strong. “even from the depths of hell, we won’t leave! we were fighting for our future and our saviors!” “FIGGHTTTT!!!” “UUUUHHHAAA!!!!”

We fought back-to-back, trusting each other completely. Tate and Beck were ferocious, protecting our flanks with everything they had. Tate’s sarcasm vanished, replaced by lethal focus as he dropped two attackers in quick succession. Beck was a wall of muscle and precision, his shots measured and devastating. “Keep moving!” he bellowed, covering our retreat toward the rear exit.

- It had been hours since Rebecca was trying to convince me - It must be bad enough to live without your mother and without your father it will be even worse. - Look Beck. I love those kids, you know? Especially Lavinia who I talk to the most - I took a deep breath - But I can't marry that idiot just like that, I hate him. Argh. - I'm starting to think it's the other way around...- I looked angrily at her - Don't look at me like that...it's...just a few months. Oly, stop being silly, take advantage of this situation and make him suffer. I don't know, take money from him, or travel, or make him regret being a traitor.

Mackenzie Watching as everyone made their way into the clearing was a breath of fresh air. Beck stood there confidently, thinking his loyal army was behind him. Little did he know, there were only two left. It was the moment I have been waiting for ever since I saw his evil ways. It was time to get rid of Beck once and for all. I, for one, couldn’t have been happier to see his demise. “Well, what are you waiting for!? Attack!” Beck commanded, to whom no one knows.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?

Samantha lowered her voice as I found she was hard controlling her eager to scream. “For what?” I asked. “I don’t know.” Samantha seemed to be baffled with my question, “I heard they said something like ‘victory’ or ‘battle’… but that’s not important, Val! The thing is that all three masters will be in presence on that celebration. And my old pack members will come!” Victory and battle. Indications of these two words were sufficient for speculating the theme of this celebration. I supposed that I could never blame Samantha for her ignorance of the war. When she was sharing the information with me, she did it out of innocence and with a good intention to cheer me up.

Jane called the man's name as Beckket slowly opened his eyes, croaking his neck sideways, opening his mouth to lessen the pressure before facing Jane with a wide grin on his lips. "Oh dear, smart ass— that's why I like you," Beckket said, giving her the tracker monitoring system as a victory on her side, seeing the dot blinking on the device she's holding. "This is between us, don't tell them," Jane said. Beckket jokingly put his hand on his forehead as a sign of salutation. Earlier---