Novel & Cerita Beckett Leeds

“The others are saying that it was Principal Beckett’s car.” "That was him inside the car?" he asked, his brows furrowing from the shocking news. "There's a high chance that he was the one inside, yes." Alice’s lips pursed. She was not fond of Principal Beckett, but he did show a bit of sympathy when Helena died. He was the one who offered the school's chapel, and he initiated the mass; it was enough for Alice to feel sorrow for the man. "The cops took the truck driver a while ago. I think he was drunk," Leia mumbled. "It's regretful to think that he died because someone drove recklessly."

It is getting darker outside, wolves of both high and low class growl as the clouds slowly uncover the moon. “Farcas...” Becca muttered, she gently pulled out the black silky garment covering her face. Quickly, I lighted the small lamp to illuminate this hazy cave, as the little fire from the lamp set on, all I could envisage was nothing but the luring glamour of my precious Becca. We laid down the old carpet I placed on the ground, brighten by the little amount of light shedding us, I held her soft hand placing it on my chest.

Tiffany nodded. “That White Moonlight of yours, I’m afraid that he’s an employee at Jackson’s company. His name is Beckett Hushman. That explains why he chose ‘Hush’ as his online nickname. He’s shady. You probably shouldn’t talk to him again.”

She is coming back after 2 years. Although Mrs. Lee was also waiting for her, she is the daughter of her best friend Kalen Beck, who was resting in the heavens now. They were family friends too. But 10 years ago Mrs. Kalen & Mr. Orson Beck lost their lives in an accident and left their daughter Reese Beck with them.

mumbled Andrew West wearily as if he had received his hundredth call from the media that day. Becky cleared her throat softly, "Mr. West, I'm Rebecca Beckett, I don't know if you remember me or not, but I was the last woman to work for Mr.Miller," she tried to soften the word 'slavery' because she felt it was too harsh. "Ms. Beckett, yeah I remember making a note on your behalf a while back. What can I do for you? Aren't you watching the news? The media is starting to talk about James and you," Andrew West said quickly as if he had been expecting a call from her.

And so goddamn perfect. His throat worked around another swallow of bourbon. “She doesn’t even know what she does to you,” Cade murmured. Beckett didn’t reply. He tore his gaze from the screen and set the glass down. “Get out.” Cade raised a brow but didn’t argue. He closed the laptop with a quiet click, stood, and left with a satisfied hum.

Angel added. Bethel swallowed into nothing and hoped in to seat beside Angel. "Hi,am Robbins" Angel's bodyguard introduced,stretching out his hand effortlessly from the front seat. "Am Bethel, Harry's sex slave and daughter's nanny" she imagined herself saying as she accepted his strong hand. She is sure those hands could easily break objects into two. **************** "Boss,the board meeting is set to start and your presence is needed urgently" Thelma, Harry's secretary announced. "I will be there in the next 10minutes" Harry replied without even glancing at Thelma.

Palomero. "I'm glad to be here and to be your new secretary, Sir CEO Caden West," I said nicely as I raised my head. Seeing his face, the smile I had planned dissipated like a bubble. "Y-you?" I couldn't believe it when I saw the man again in the elevator. "Glad to be in your care, Ms. Poppy Beckett!" he said firmly, as though evil was in his tone. He gave me a silly smile. And I know this time I'm in big trouble.

"She won't be happy to hear that one of her VIPs was treated so poorly." The guy blanches, a hard swallow making its way down his throat. His nervous eyes flit from me to Beckett, then back at the clipboard. Beckett slips his hand into the pocket of his black jeans and whips out his phone. "I have Louisa on speed dial. What do you say, dude? Ready to get your head chewed off?" His gaze bounces between us one more time before he sighs and steps aside, allowing us entry. With an exaggerated smile, Beckett thanks him and ushers me inside.

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.