Beckett Leeds Novels & Stories

He replied in a quiet tone. Lucy walked around him after listening to the conversation and approached the bed. "Samantha, why don't you let Bill and I take Isabella for the night and you and Drake spend some time together. After all, it's been a heck of a day." Without waiting for her friend to answer, Lucy reached over and gently picked up the sleeping baby girl and walked out of the room with Bill close behind. "What if you don't come back? I don't think I could survive that a second time, My Beast. Our connection is too strong, too deep. It would kill me, and that would leave our daughter without parents again. You have to come back."

He was eager to go into what he’d come to do for today. "Beck first," I said. He opened the thinnest folder. "Landon Beck. Operations director, thirteen months with us. Salary of two hundred and ten thousand. Mortgage on a house in Marlowe Park, or there was. It was discharged in full four months ago. Three hundred and eighty thousand, paid off in a single transaction." "From where?"

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.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Of course, my people won't be idle either. "We'll also look for opportunities to strike and see if we can get our hands on the Blackstar Crystal. If we can't, then who knows when it'll surface again." Andrew immediately replied, "No problem, I'll handle it. What's Tristars Group's heir called again?" Brielle smiled slightly. "Ezekiel Beckett, the most notorious playboy of Sorya's Beckett family. I heard that he is interested in dating some heiress from one of Chetvine's major families. This has probably made countless people jealous."

*TESSA* About five minutes later,Mathew came out of the bathroom. I immediately went up to him. Even though I was smiling, my tone was extremely hurried as I said, "Mr. Reyes, I'm the accountant from the accounting firm,Tessa Beckett.I have something important to discuss with you. Can you give me five minutes?" Mathew looked very unhappy. "Miss Beckett, I'm here for the charity party tonight. I don't want to talk about anything related to work. I'm sorry."

Tomas Midnight struck on the church tower, its solemn chime echoing through the night as I pursued the reckless thief who fucking dared to violate my car, stealing my wallet. His skinny legs drove him ahead of me, but I could taste his fear in the wind as I followed. Behind me, the woman whose purse this asshole stole, sobbed with her kids clutched close to her. He was an amateur criminal and he didn’t know how big of a mistake he’d made.

“Hey. New guy.” Leo froze mid-step. “Uh… me?” “Yeah. Leo, right? I’m Ryder.” He pointed at the door. “You going out?” Beck’s voice cracked like a whip. “Hayes. Do not hassle him.” Leo hesitated, glancing between them, Beck’s authority versus Ryder’s manic determination. “Uh… I was actually heading to the gym,” Leo admitted. Ryder’s grin was instant, feral. “Oh, fuck yeah! Perfect.”

Beckham said in a ghastly tone, “Hmph! You’ve underestimated Eden Joy, Master Yarde. What you’ve experienced now is but the tip of an iceberg!” Kayson was unbothered. “I’m not interested. I loathe the way Eden Joy deals with things.” Beckham heaved a sigh and sounded disappointed. “It seems that you’re determined to go against Eden Joy, Master Yarde?” “Ah, I suppose you can take it that way.” The disappointment in Beckham’s expression turned into somberness instantly. He said in a regretful tone, “If that’s the case, I shall take your lives here tonight…”

Timothy Beckett. ​He was leaning against a mahogany desk in his penthouse office, looking every bit the cold, formidable titan I remembered. He looked thinner, perhaps, his expression more guarded than usual, but the "Beckett Steel" was unmistakable. The headline read: The Relentless Pursuit: How Timothy Beckett is Redefining Global Logistics. ​"His name is Timothy Beckett," Abby read aloud, her voice full of admiration. "It says here he's the most eligible bachelor in the region, though he's notoriously private lately. Do you know him, Lei? You move in high circles back home, right?"