Beckett Leeds Novels & Stories

“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?"

Tina subconsciously lifted her head to look at the newcomer. She recognized the man in front of her at first glance. “M-Mr. Beckett!” Mr. Beckett, also known as Leo Beckett, was a bigwig in the fashion industry. He was known as a genius who had garnered fame and reputation at a young age. He managed to blast his way out of the masses of veteran fashion designers in Paris and successfully made a name for himself. Hence, he was viewed as the pride of the Parisians.

His brown hair was tied up in a bun with a rugged brown beard and bushy eyebrows. “I’m looking for someone.” I reply, remaining sceptical of how much I share. “Aren’t we all. Paula, Paula can you email Beckett back and tell him I won’t take no for an answer. It’s that or we attack!” He calls out to his secretary that had collected us from the bottom floor. Her desk directly outside his office. Beckett… “Beckett, as in Alpha Beckett of the Nightshade Reformed pack?” Jude asks acting nonchalantly.

The door opened before I could finish the thought. A man stepped inside. One look at him told me he wasn’t human. He wore no armor like the warriors, his attire was too polished to be one. A palace steward, perhaps. He inclined his head. “My name is Wells,” he said. “You are asked to join the kings for breakfast.” “I’m not hungry,” I replied at once. Wells didn’t blink. His yellow, serpent-like eyes—ringed in black—narrowed slightly. “The kings thought you might say that,” he said calmly. “They instructed me to inform you that if I return without you, they will come and drag you out themselves.”

After Alexander clearly saw the woman’s face, he was shocked and almost jumped up. Arya Beckett was the CEO of the Beckett Group Of Companies. It was also a behomoth existence like the Emgrand group of companies "I am so hot…." After Arya Beckett was drugged, she was muddle-headed. Her pretty face was flustered, and she said drunkenly. Whatever, bro had always been a righteous person. To be honest, Alexander still held some prejudice about Arya Beckett but he also understood that she was probably drugged. He really just wanted to just leave her.

See? Nothing’s changed— “Hang on.” My head snaps up. Beckett looks back at me. “You walking inside?” I blink. “…Yeah.” “Come on.” For a second I don’t move. Neither do the football players. Everyone seems to be waiting. Beckett closes the distance between us in three easy strides. Then, without making a big deal out of it, he reaches over and takes my backpack off my shoulder. I stare at him. “What are you doing?” “It looks heavy.”

, he said as he knelt down close to me, touching my legs which made me flinch. "Wait, don't tell me you're a virgin", he asked in amusement and I looked away in embarrassment. "Don't fucking touch her you prick, I'm gonna make sure I kill you before you do", Lewis said in anger from the door. "I'm just getting started best friend", Kaden replied. "Guess I'll have to show you what you've been missing." "When I'm through with you, you're gonna wish Lewis was as good as me." "I'll pay my last respect as his best friend by gladly fucking you in his office."

Sylvia requests nervously. I immediately feel intimidated the moment I hear Mr. Beckett’s name. I’m in no way qualified to be his assistant. Mr. Beckett is the CEO and founder of this company, Thunder Motors, Inc. he needs someone with way more experience! Besides, he is not in Europe, he is already here, I saw him yesterday at the board meeting. Maybe Sylvia doesn’t know it. “But... Mr. Beckett is already here... I saw him yesterday...” I inform her.