Beck Quentin Novels & Stories

He smirked contemptuously. After they finished showering, Julian blew dry his hair to get ready to go to work. Yet, Becka continued to stay close to him. "Julian, I'm being bullied on the set," Becka said. "By who?" Julian asked. "Teresa Lawson. She was a singer but I don't know why she is an actress now. If it weren't for her, I would be playing the female lead. Now she keeps on picking on me and takes away many scenes that should have been mine." Becka took a peek to see if there was any reaction on Julian's face. Then, she continued, "I'm not only thinking of me. The Getson Corporation is one of the sponsors of this movie. If she doesn't do great, the movie will be greatly affected by her

And yes, I hope it stays that way for now as I don't want to explain anything. "She faked that?" He threw a rhetorical question at me out of the blue and just like that, I jerked my head towards him. Is that a statement or he's asking cause he wants to be sure? He also faced me but however, I couldn't maintain an eye contact with him for long. It was as if there's something in those chestnut eyes of his that kept striving to pin me down the slightest minute of looking at him. He has that dominance on me that somehow, I wished wasn't there. And of course, he's known as new York's most popular CEO so am not that surprised. Rumored to be dominant, wealthy, influential, high-class, handsome, and

The moment she perished, she will be unrecognised. I grope the pocket of my thick and feathery winter coat, on my hand was a bottle of an acid with intense chemical. The moment I poured it on her alluring face, her enchanting beauty will get burn little by little. I gave her a nefarious grin, her eyes begun to shiver upon seeing the bottle of a deadly acid. “Stop Becca! No! Please! Don’t do that! I’m begging Becca! Please!” her clamour resonates throughout the woods, I never see her as petrified as that, my twin sister was like a little girl begging not to be admonished.

"Go make peace with your woman. The last thing any of us need is another Maylin or you living off carrots." He laughs and the mood shifts. Boot's wife, Maylin, is a handful. I walk back to my bike, where Beck waits with his stoic frown on full display. "Do you need me to kill Cabel?" That's the problem with Beck. He's too much like Beast. For both of them the only way to solve a problem is by killing it. Beck needs to learn to knock a head sideways without death as a correlating factor. "No, and if you touch him without my consent, the human will have two trainers."

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

"So, Mr. Beckett, what do you want me to do?" Justin let out a low cough, staring ahead as his eyes turned bloodshot. "I want you to get rid of Zachary for me."

There was no turning back. Bamby led Clarissa to the office’s main door and opened it. It was a lustrous office with sophisticated interiors – definitely epitomizing a model’s sanctuary. A female receptionist greeted them. Bamby and Clarissa proceeded to a conference room. To the latter’s surprise, two distinguished persons were waiting for their arrival. One of which was Berry Valencia. “Clarissa, I would like you to meet our chief executive officer here at BC Models, Benito Chan. But since you are almost part of our BC Models’ family, you may call him Mama Benny.” Bamby introduced the pillar of the model agency.

“But since even you misunderstood me, I have no choice but to treat everyone to a free show.” He took out the memory card and walked further into the room, placing it back into the camera to play the video. The crowd followed him and gathered around the camera. The room was now filled with people, all staring unblinkingly at the video. When it got to the part where Quentin pounced on her, Quincy flushed red and turned the camera off. Quentin’s face, on the other hand, was deathly pale. “So that’s what happened.” “Quentin’s just a beast in human clothing.”

The way I'm watching her. He knows something is different. But he doesn't say anything. Just looks away, jaw tight. Quinn goes to join Jess and Trish, leaving me alone. I walk over to Beck. "Why are you sulking?" He shrugs, not looking at me. "I'm not sulking." "You look like someone killed your puppy." "I'm fine." We stand in silence for a moment. "You and Quinn," he says finally. "You look... closer than I thought. A lot closer."

In fact, he sounded almost berserk. "Since they're looking to pin this on Aaron anyway, it works out perfectly for me. It's killing two birds with one stone. It's time for him to have a taste of what it feels like to be cyberbullied. "Go get it done. You'll get a share once we get paid." After saying that, Quentin ended the call. He lifted his head and stared at the construction site before him with an ambitious gleam in his eyes. Then, he saw me hurrying to the site. It matched my own memory perfectly, where I had seen his vague figure after being beaten to the ground.