Beckett Leeds Novels & Stories

Her tears were already falling, yet she didn’t notice it. “Promise me that you’ll only cry when you’re with me. You need to be strong,” Beckett said with a gentle but authoritative tone. “You can’t let someone see your vulnerabilities. They will use it against you.” Beckett knew how the world was messed up, with people fighting for their rights and power more than any zombie apocalypse or virus spreading all over the country. In his years in Milan, he had witnessed betrayal and revenge multiple times. And now, it’s their turn.

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…”

I waited. Eventually he said: "He knew." "What did he know," I said softly. "That it was not going to be okay." Beckett's voice was very quiet. "He says in the letter that he is not sure he is going to be okay. That the thing he found is bigger than he thought and he is not sure what is going to happen." He paused. "He says he is not scared. He says he is mostly just sad that he is not going to see how things turn out for me."

Beckett looked away instantly, jaw tight, pretending to focus on the paper tray—but his hands trembled. Reyes didn’t say a word. Just watched him for one long, piercing second. Then he shook off Morgan’s hand and stalked toward the hallway. Morgan looked at Lenny. “Follow him.” Lenny nodded and went after Reyes, while Morgan turned to the stunned onlookers. “Get back to work.” And behind them all, Beckett stood very still—sweating, swallowing, and praying Reyes hadn’t seen too much. He doesn’t want to know what Reyes would do to him if he found out he was the leak.

Beckett snr sees me. He smirks for a while. “You finally got yourself a life partner,” he gins happily, “This is awesome news that means Zoey no longer needs to get married.” “Zoey is getting married, please tell me it is not some bogus arranged marriage,” Brian groans, but Mr. Beckett had already moved across the room, greeting me. “What is your name, lovely lady?” he sounds so gentle, nothing like the man on the news. We had breakfast with Mr. Beckett, who cooks for us, and he tells us the story of his little girl who wants to marry a scumbag, and an Italian scumbag to be precise.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

I didn’t know he saw. The way he was looking at me now, direct, almost violent in intensity, made something twist inside me. “I... I don’t know why that matters,” I said carefully. “It matters,” he said, stepping closer, voice like a matchstick on gasoline. “Just tell me who the hell he was.” I hesitated, because the truth tasted awful in my mouth. But his tone left no room for debate. “Beckett Reynolds,” I said. “Head of Admissions at Yale.”

“How do you know Beckett Lawley?” I asked Rylee as I stood in the doorway of her bedroom. “Why?” she asked me and I could see that she had stiffened when I mentioned his name. “You’re living in his apartment,” I said. “How do you know that?” she asked me. “The Elders told me, so it’s true?” I asked her. “I met Beckett about three years ago at a function that Colin had at his house,” she said.

Niccolo swallowed and continued. (Translation: A mistake already.) "Su nombre es Mateo Dukes, tiene alrededor de treinta y cuatro años y su profesión es poco fiable. Tiene un historial de deudas de juego en tres estados. Pidió prestada la cantidad con la garantía de que la devolvería en un plazo de cuatro años, con intereses." He stopped, sweating. (Translation: His name is Mateo Dukes, age around thirty-four and profession- unreliable. History of gambling debts across three states. He borrowed the amount under the guarantee of repayment within four years, with interest.)

- It had been hours since Rebecca was trying to convince me - It must be bad enough to live without your mother and without your father it will be even worse. - Look Beck. I love those kids, you know? Especially Lavinia who I talk to the most - I took a deep breath - But I can't marry that idiot just like that, I hate him. Argh. - I'm starting to think it's the other way around...- I looked angrily at her - Don't look at me like that...it's...just a few months. Oly, stop being silly, take advantage of this situation and make him suffer. I don't know, take money from him, or travel, or make him regret being a traitor.