Beck Victorious Novels & Stories

Whiskey splashed across the polished wood. "I'm done waiting." Beatrice didn't even blink. "You're forgetting something." He paused, fingers tightening around the glass. "What?" She met his eyes. "She's still alive." Victor looked away. "We handled that." "Clearly, we didn't," Beatrice said quietly. She straightened her dress and walked to the door. Just before she stepped out, she stopped. "Pray she remembers nothing," she said without turning around. "Because the day she does..." She let the rest hang in the air

"In your dreams!" Victor said coldly. You expect me to give back something I've already got my hands on? Dream on. Not only will I not return it, I'll also blast my way out. Let's see if you can stop me. Victor couldn't believe he could finish off a Behemoth so easily. Compared to a fully awakened Behemoth, this unawakened one was as weak as a little lamb. He could do whatever he wanted to it. The Behemoth was speechless.

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."

Beau consoles me. “I have gotten over it,” I lied, it still hurts. But wherever I am with Damien I forget that pain. “I have Damien now,” I said looking over to Damien. “Yes that is right, Damien is a better catch than a prick,but I am a better catch,” Beau winked , I laughed. “Yes, you are catch. I'm really glad to meet you,” I said sincerely. “Me too, if you ever need to beat Victor ass,call me I will be there,” Beau said.

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

Do you want that? She was quiet for a while just thinking of his words. She has nothing to be scared of anyway because she didn't offend him. "I don't want that and neither do I want to become one of your victims!" She shrugged at him as she punched his nose then grabbed hold of his manhood which she pitched with her long fingers. Beckham lost his senses immediately as he felt a lot of pain in his manhood. "Get her and make sure she doesn't escape" he shrugged at his men as he followed them in search of her.

I just hoped it was on our side of the battlefield when the time came. The room fell silent as I raised my right hand. "Tonight, we welcome back two of our own from the clutches of darkness. They bravely risked their lives for our people and came out victorious. We are honored to have them as a part of our pack. Heath, Nolan…" I glanced from one to the other as they sat in the center of the room. Heath was next to his mate, and Nolan had both his mate and children on his other side. "Welcome back, and may the Goddess be with you. I would also like to welcome the first of many esteemed guests that will be joining us. Rona Willa, it is a pleasure to have you here."

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.

The werebird is unable to respond, her head growing heavy from exhaustion. Beatrice and Conrad stay close together, knocking down soldier after soldier. One of the men is able to catch Beatrice off guard and slice into her side. She yelps, but twists around and bites his head off. Conrad rears up on his hind legs before allowing his body to fall on a couple of rebels. They cry as he crushes their bodies.