Beckett Leeds Novels & Stories

“Strangely enough, shortly after Gaius jumped to his death, Dr. Beckett was rapidly promoted—twice in a row—rising from an ordinary doctor to deputy head of the department.” “From then on, his career smoothed out. Within a few years, he beat the competition for both department head and vice president.” “And finally, just one year ago, he became the director of Vernon Hospital!” At this point, Serena and Xavier exchanged a knowing glance—they both sensed something fishy about Dr. Beckett’s sudden promotions. “Keep reading,” Xavier murmured. The two of them focused again on the report. “Further investigation revealed that Bram Knowles—then a high-ranking government official—had secret contact

the blonde supplies helpfully, not even looking up from her screen. I look at Knox. He at least has the decency to look mildly sheepish. "It was going to be everywhere by morning anyway. You know how these things go the league's been cracking down hard, and someone like Beckett?" He shakes his head. "They're going to make an example out of him."

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise. "Promise me Blake." he said, "I know what you're lik- I know what we're like so please promise me that my little sister won't become one of your conquests." I was at a loss for words which only served to infuriate him, "Pro-" his voice cracked a little, "Promise me man." he looked up at me, his eyes shown more emotions than I've ever seen on him before, "not my sister. I pushed his hand off my neck, "I promise man, chill." I said and smiled.

Beckett Harrington's heart skipped a beat as Allie Brooks’ gaze locked onto him with a laser focus. He froze. His body stiffened, and his breath hitched in his throat. He actually took a step back—almost stumbling in his haste to avoid her. “No, no, no—Allie, please! That’s not funny. Liam’s gonna kill me!” Beckett's voice cracked, somewhere between panic and prayer. His hands were up, a desperate gesture of surrender.

"I'm going to check on them. I trust you to do the right thing, Oliver. For your son and for your daughter." The Alpha leaves. Beckett looks at his friend. "I will help you if you need me to. All you have to do is ask." "Thank you, Beckett, but Lars is right. This is something I need to deal with." "I'll be a floor away. Link me if you need to," Beckett says as he leaves.

A cold draft swept into the study, and the snow fell heavier outside. Beckett, wearing a leather jacket over a black The Thristle band T-shirt, zipped it up as he adjusted his ripped jeans. His brown curly hair was stylishly done, and he stood tall and lean, the perfect build for dancing. A warm smile played on his pink lips. He seemed older than the last time I saw him. It was as if he had experienced more of the world and emerged stronger. Tougher.

“Are you still at work?” “Yeah I am.” “Then I can just come to you. Don’t worry.” “Oh no you don’t have to do that. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I start to untie my apron. “No it’s fine, really. You don’t have to leave work, I’ll come to you.” “Thank you so much.” I describe the diner’s location to him and end the call. Half an hour passes and Beckett walks into the diner with a doll in a baby carrier strapped to his chest and a baby bag on his shoulder. He waves at me as he approaches the counter, oblivious to the stares he’s getting from the people in the diner.

The kind that warned you a storm was coming. The locker room was a mess of loud voices and the smell of stale coffee. "Woods! Over here!" It was Beckett. The Eagles captain. He was standing near the equipment manager’s desk, looking far too bright for six in the morning. Riley felt her stomach drop. "Beckett's here early," Jax muttered. "Go talk to your boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend." "Whatever. He’s looking for you." Jax shoulder-checked her as he walked toward his own locker.

Levi's fake innocent tone told me that he was up to no good. I decided to interrupt him, simply because I wasn't in the mood to listen to whatever he had planned. "How come Beckett changed and I didn't?" "What do you mean?" Levi asked me. "I grabbed hold of that damned blade of yours, I mean, it was a way to mark me. Right? Yet my serpent is still just a regular serpent. Meanwhile, Beckett went all octo-zilla." "Levi's a deity, that's a little different than what I did to Beckett." Joseline's answer didn't really do anything to squash my curiosity.