Beck Quentin Novels & Stories

probably. "Why don't we give him show?" I whispered and giggled to myself. "What was that?" Adam asked, I'd almost forgotten that we were parked outside my house, "Hey are you-" "On second thought, I have been pent up lately." I smiled, "please take care of me." He grinned ear to ear in a perverse manner, "I knew you'd come around." Blake's POV Where the hell is she? Jon is going to kill me, I know it. God, okay maybe I should call her.

a voice booms behind me. “Uncle Q?” Ami says. I turn and see a man looming over me—Quentin, no doubt. I recognize his face from photos, but they didn’t capture his full 6’5” muscular frame. He’s intimidating, especially with that murderous glare. Why’s he looking at me like that? Did Gin tell him about the pants thing? Probably. My heart pounds as I scramble for an excuse. “Get up!” he barks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Beverly Carington "What happened?" Becca asked and I looked up to her. "I fought with a guy who ruined my plan." I said and she sat across me. "So you failed the mission?" "Yeah and I have to give back the 5.000$." I hissed as I threw the cotton pad. "Is he hot?" I glared at Becca. "Do you think I care about that?" I said coldly. "Oh come on, stop helping others and have a life! Go out and date a cute guy or something."

Beck watched her car disappear into the distance before leaving as well. Later, when Shanice woke up and didn't see Celeste, she frowned slightly. "Where's Ms. Rodriguez?" "She went home," Beck replied. "Oh…" Shanice's disappointment was evident. … At seven that evening, Beck boarded the yacht as scheduled. Trevor and the others had already arrived. When he saw Beck, Miles waved him over. Upon seeing Shanice, Miles smiled and said, "This must be Shanice, the little beauty. Hello there, I'm Miles Quinton, a friend of your uncle."

Quentin observed that the dining room is awfully quiet, and it makes him anxious as if there is an impending doom looming around. When the meal is over they gather at the living room. The atmosphere seems to be relax but Quentin wasn't able to erase the feeling that this is just superficial. His instinct was correct when his father asked him. "Where have you been this past few weeks Quen we don't hear anything from you even those regular calls were missing?" "I... I was attending a business trip abroad." He stuttered before he answered. "You have business interest in Santa Elena?" Theo asked. "Yes, I... What is this Theo are stalking my movements?" Instead of answering as what he decided ear

I was taken aback by the question, especially coming from Quentin, a popular and stunning student who rarely spoke to someone like me. "Don't you speak, omega?" Quentin asked, her voice dripping with disdain, her face twisted in a mean-girl scowl. I rolled my eyes, responding, "I can speak." Quentin smirked, running her hand through her red hair, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Then why don't you stand up for yourself and fight back when they mess with you?" she pressed, her tone mocking.

The ladies clapped their hands at the news and showered him with congratulations. "Thank you president. Thanks you. And thank you too ladies for watching such an achievement in my life." He bowed to everyone in the room. His head was bowed when he flashed a mischievous smile. Little did he know, it didn't escaped from the eyes of the very observant Excami, the very serious Damian and the secret spy, Hestia. All they need was a confirmation and now they have it. Arthur Camelton Beckett is a bad guy.

He was quite assured that the people who had entered were either his Dad or Lucas and it was quickly confirmed when he heard their voices downstairs. "Search everything that you can find about Anton James Stewart and what is his relationship with Alisha." It was his Dad’s voice. "Yes, boss." Quentin knew that it was Lucas who had replied. Anton James Stewart? Quentin blinked curiously as he repeated the conversation he had heard. This is connected with Mom? To satisfy his curiosity, Quentin immediately tiptoed back to his bedroom and locked his own door. He quickly grabbed and opened his laptop, his fingers moving fast all over the keys. After half an hour, he was able to find some informat

His dark eyes fixed on Quentin, but he didn't speak. Quentin shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. "What are you looking at?" Christian's question came out of nowhere. "How did you do it?" Quentin blinked in surprise, then barked out a laugh. "What's this? Looking for tips from your competition?" Christian couldn't stand that smug expression. His face went cold. "Forget it. Never mind." He turned to head back to the car. But then Quentin called out behind him. "Christian." Christian stopped in spite of himself and turned slightly. "Hmm?"

"Good morning, everyone. As you may have known from the night before, my name is Derek Quinton." "To date, I have taken over all the Townsville based companies of the Quinton Consortium. Over the next few years, while BDT mall is getting rebuilt and our new beach resort is being constructed, I will fully take over all the remaining companies under the Quinton Consortium. In the meantime, you will be answerable to me, my parents and our new advisor, Mr Owen Beck." "That's right, Mr Beck will be stepping down from his General Manager role and will be our new advisor while he grooms his successor, my right hand man, Mr Desmond Jones."