Beckett Castle Novels & Stories

Once they settled down, he went on. "Now, on the matter of the castle and it's ownership," Caine continued, "we have no desire to own this castle or rule over anything," the crowd got riled up again when Caine said that as though it thoroughly offended them all that Caine didn't want their shit. The queen looked around at them all and once again she got quiet. Della giggled a little because they reminded her of school children. When it was quiet again, Caine carried on with his speech, "so here's what is going to happen, Becky will now be stepping into Mister's role as head of the castle and ruler of it's people."

The heat is rising in both our bodies, the desire to unleash equally the same. Then she slips off my body and heads out the door, "Get dressed; we are going to be late." I look at her in total disbelief, "Becca, you can leave me like this." She looks over her shoulder and only but winks at me, "Get dressed." After much begging and much to my frustration, we find ourselves at Blackness Castle. Now it is exactly what it is, a Castle next to a bed of water. It was nothing quite spectacular for me but did have an impressive view.

As we went around the last curve and the mansion finally came into view, Becky gasped loudly, making me smile. I knew how it looked to her. The stone walls, large turrets with cone tops, gargoyles poised seemingly precariously on the roofs, and the sheer magnitude of the mansion itself really resembled a castle. To any little girl, it would without a doubt look like a castle to them. The carriage took us up a long driveway, coming to a stop between a gigantic fountain and the stairs that led up to the mansion, where Raja, Keke, and his wife, Charity, all stood dressed to the nines in a matching suit and gowns just like we were. When the carriage came to a full stop, the coachman hopped down

From here, he could see both the lake and the Direwolf Mountain. Becky was still talking, telling Keyah all about how she had inherited the villa from her great-grandmother and turned into a B and B, following a life-long dream. They were a little short-staffed today, she explained. Aaron wanted to shout–we fucking don’t care. Leave!

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

Winston looked out the window, hatefully saying, "Oh God, why didn't you strike that Beckett bastard with lightning?" Jonah and Silas were speechless at his words. "Mr. Taylor!" Neil quickly ran over to them, sweating profusely. "Mr. Taylor, Mr. Beckett is here. He's right outside the main gate." The Taylor father and sons were stunned! … That night, the rain in Belbanks was even more intense than in Solana City. Jasper stared at the tightly closed gate of Heightsnew Villa. The raging wind filled his suit, and a bone-chilling cold enveloped his whole body.

He lifts a hand, and I imagine him crushing a watermelon in his palm. Garth tentatively shakes Mr. Lake’s hand. “I’m Garth Roberts, Becky’s betrothed.” My eyes bulge, and my stomach twists into a knot. I hear my mother gasp behind me, and Harvey chuckles low in his throat as if he thinks Garth’s claim will prevent the king from taking me away. Mr. Lake’s forehead crinkles as he looks at me. “We have no record of any upcoming nuptials at the castle.”

I twist my head to look back at him before we disappear from view, not understanding why he's watching me with those hard eyes. "I'm having a great time with you, Cee," Beckett says as we make way to his car. "I've never had so much fun with a girl before." I give him a face. "Yeah, right." "I'm serious. There's just something about you." His eyes slide over to the left. "Check this out." He tightens his hold on my hand, pulling me toward the left, to the open land on Louisa's family's property. I can't really see anything from here because it's dark out, but it looks like there's nothing here besides grass.

Leopold has been super busy all morning in and out of meetings with his father and other board members. Apparently there was some problem with a car shipment and they have to deal with it and some people are getting fired. Since he doesn’t really needs me for anything while he attends to the problem, I have a little free time, which I use it to go through the numerous emails Mary Alice has sent me with ideas for the wedding (needless to say, all of these ideas have been previously approved by Constance Cassel, of course). I click on a link for a possible wedding venue, it’s a gorgeous salon with crystal walls by an artificial lake just an hour from the city, it looks nice. I click on the nex