Beck Quentin Novels & Stories

"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.

Choosing and Loving Damon McCartny Becket is one of my greatest decision in life. Damon McCartny Becket who is known to be the serious and intimidating CEO of McCompany, whom everyone fears are also now happily living his life with me, Felicity Centola, a vibrant fierce, and vocal woman with whom he fell in love. Loving Mr. CEO is the greatest thing I thanked myself for.

But it’s the last picture—Becky’s ace in the hole, a remnant from Tyson’s time as a p**n star—that feels like the final blow. Becky didn’t need to try too hard. She must have calculated every move, preying on Quincy’s temper and self-doubt. Becky knew Quincy isn’t the kind of person to reach out to others for help or advice. Her isolation made her the perfect target. And with no plans to post the pictures online, Becky ensured no one would stumble across the truth on their own. But Becky didn’t account for me. The thought fills me with a bitter satisfaction, though it’s fleeting. I’ve been gone for years, and yet here I am, the unpredictable variable in Becky’s plan. A wild card.

He quickly snaps a photo of me. “I would have thought you’d be tired of cameras by now,” I tell him. Beau, after graduating, decided to go into acting and proved to excel at it. If every female werewolf in the pack wasn’t already in love with him, they certainly are now, after seeing him as the main love interest in the lasted blockbuster romantic comedy. “Beau will never tire of cameras,” Archer says. “Never,” Beau assures me. Subtly, he reaches up and places his hand over the mark he left years ago on my neck. I lean into him a little, letting him know that his touch is welcome.

The camera kept rolling. "That's... interesting," I managed, staying in character. "Anything else?" "Yeah." He leaned forward, his ice-blue eyes meeting mine directly. Not for the camera. For me. "I'd like to know why you're so interested in my reputation when you could be investigating literally anything else." Victoria's voice came through my earpiece, sharp and frustrated. "Stay on script, Beck." He ignored her. "I mean, there's bigger stories out there," Beck continued. "Stories about what really happened. Stories people are actually trying to hide. But instead you're here filming fake dates with me."

"Corven's client is called what? I want a name." Beck's voice came from the dim hallway, barely above a whisper, as if she might hear him from across the city. "Margaret Whitmore."

Sylvia requests nervously. I immediately feel intimidated the moment I hear Mr. Beckett’s name. I’m in no way qualified to be his assistant. Mr. Beckett is the CEO and founder of this company, Thunder Motors, Inc. he needs someone with way more experience! Besides, he is not in Europe, he is already here, I saw him yesterday at the board meeting. Maybe Sylvia doesn’t know it. “But... Mr. Beckett is already here... I saw him yesterday...” I inform her.

she asked while staring at me with curiosity l ignored her and sat on the couch because I didn't know what to say to her "Grace?" She calls out to me "I can hear you Bea". l mummured "If you can hear me then answer my question who is Quan".she asked impatiently. "Do you care for a drink ?" l asked while getting up from the couch and walked over to the bar "I'm not in for a drunk,and if I need a drink I know where to get them".she stood up from the couch and stood before me "Who is Quan?" She asked firmly. l ignored her, pour out a drink in a glass cup and drank all at once

Not even recognition. Quinton’s eyes met his for the briefest moment, unreadable, professional, and cold. Hudson felt a jolt in his chest—a mix of disbelief, longing, and fear. Had Quinton remembered him? Was this… revenge? Or just business? The director spoke, “Dr. Jackson, this is Mr. Quinton Thunderstorm. Our Chairperson and acting CEO.” Quinton’s expression didn’t change as Hudson bowed slightly, voice tight. “Good morning, Sir. Welcome to our facility.” His voice came out steadier than he felt, but his chest ached at the calm, almost indifferent tilt of Quinton’s jaw.