Beck Quentin Novels & Stories

Beckett snr sees me. He smirks for a while. “You finally got yourself a life partner,” he gins happily, “This is awesome news that means Zoey no longer needs to get married.” “Zoey is getting married, please tell me it is not some bogus arranged marriage,” Brian groans, but Mr. Beckett had already moved across the room, greeting me. “What is your name, lovely lady?” he sounds so gentle, nothing like the man on the news. We had breakfast with Mr. Beckett, who cooks for us, and he tells us the story of his little girl who wants to marry a scumbag, and an Italian scumbag to be precise.

"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."

My heart was a frantic drum behind my ribs because I knew I wasn't alone. Beckett, the star quarterback and the undisputed king of this campus, was leaning against the doorway of the shower block. He was still in his practice jersey, the fabric clinging to his massive chest, his eyes dark and predatory. "You're late leaving today, Miller," Beckett rumbled, his voice echoing off the tile. "Avoiding something? Or someone?" "Just tired, Beck," I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Long season."

Becky reply with confidence " Ok I come directly, Who are you? what you want from us?" he again asked. " Well I am Becky Bolt and I was selected as an internee in this company by my university. I don't have any motives, Just want to be independent enough to bear my life expenses". She replies. Just then Marcus turn towards Becky and looked at her. His eyes are blue in real. His face was normal as a human being. He is no doubt dangerously hot and handsome in real. He looked at Becky and tried to connect dots. His expression changed as he was trying to figure out something.

It just so happened that Jack Quentin, the chief surgeon of the ob-gyn hospital, also came over. He was very excited and stretched out his hands to Beatrice, saying, “Teacher, it's been a long time since I saw you.” Beatrice also shook his hand, smiled, and said, “12 years is a long time. I still remember there were seven of you back then and all of you were very naughty.” Jack scratched his head. Although he was already 40 years old, he still looked like a shy big boy who was at a loss in front of Professor Swann.

"I'll make sure everything is taken care of." Becky watched as William walked away, feeling like she was losing herself. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she had to find a way to move on. She had to find a way to heal and to rebuild her life. But as she sat there, staring at the empty chair across from her, Becky couldn't help but wonder...who was Ellen Quincy? And what was it about her that made William want to leave Becky behind? Becky's mind was filled with questions, but she knew that she had to find the answers. She had to know why William was so obsessed with Lend's heart, and why he was willing to throw away their marriage for someone else.

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bassett. My mom didn't mean it. I'm sure there's some misunderstanding. Sorry for troubling you to explain to the reporters in person." He turned to Willow and ordered, "Willow, you should apologize to Mr. Bassett for all the trouble you caused." Quentin's ingratiating behavior greatly contrasted with his poor attitude toward Willow earlier. Willow closed her eyes, and a drop of tear rolled down her cheek. She must have been blind to have fallen for a man like Quentin, who was not only a pathetic bully but a two-faced loser. "Willow, why are you still standing there?" Quentin impatiently reached out for Willow, but Theodore stopped him by pulling Willow behind him.

Furthermore, the meaning behind it will be stuck in my mind for weeks to come. “There’s not a chance in hell you’re ever wearing this in public.” Goosebumps appear all over my skin from the heat of his gaze as they travel over my body. I open my mouth to respond when a knock from outside the door has both of us jumping. “I’m back with a few items for you to test. I’ll need to go to another floor to find some more casual options,” Quincy says, completely unaware of the state she’s found Beck and I in. Beck smirks, leaning into place kisses against my neck. He licks and then bites softly as I do everything in my power not to moan.