Becky Barnes Marvel Novels & Stories

Answering, Marc walked away to take the call. “Relax. He isn't going to squeal on you." James assured me. “It's not that,” I whispered, “I'm just unsure of how Sinister would react to my absence.” “Well, I can name a few.” “I’d rather not hear,” I replied, burying my face in the blanket. “So,” Marc began as he came back into the room, “He has a task for me.” “What's new?” James retorted. “I somehow have a feeling it's about searching for Becky.”

I said firmly, holding her still, “there’s a reason every single person in this warehouse is still alive. They are tools. Pieces on the board. You can’t kill them all just because you feel like it.” She glared at me, chest heaving. At that moment, I knew Becky had no soul left. And in our world, that wasn’t a flaw. It was a weapon. A mafia boss without a soul was unpredictable, powerful, untouchable. It made me wonder if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Even though she was a tool of achievement to me, nothing more. I turned to my men, jerking my head toward the girl. “Take her back inside. Now.”

"My worth is not defined by my past or by the titles I hold. It is defined by my character, my actions, and the love I give. Xavier and Xiao see me for who I am, beyond the superficial aspects of status or bloodline. They chose to accept me because they believe that the moon goddess won’t choose a wrong partner for them." Becky's confidence wavered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. But she quickly regained her composure, attempting to assert her dominance. "You may have them for now, but I know deep down they will realize that I am the one meant to be by their side."

The petite redhead breaks the salience, "Ummm… Hello, I'm Becky. I hope you like to eat because I love to cook." "I'm Benjamin, and I am part of the elite team of the Druit Guard. I'm not a picky eater." He's just standing there. Oh gezzz, he's an excellent investigator and warrior, but he's only 23 and has no experience with women who are not warriors like him, and he treats them as one of the guys. Amelie breaks the awkwardness, "Congratulations, Becky! I guess you will be coming with me to the Druit Guard!" Becky takes her gaze off Benjamin and looks around him at Amelie.

I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the broken door behind me. “Get that door fixed tonight,” I mind-linked again. As I walked down the hallway, my beast chuckled darkly. (She is breaking you, Alpha.)

I'm giving Marvel all the spoons and unleashing him on Ben, then I'm going to finish him off after finding whatever pictures the women used to blackmail him. The warrior building is looking a little worn down. Maybe a few portraits of our Gamma are just what the place needs to come alive again. "Again, I am so sorry for not informing you right away that she was here. I thought you knew," I told Alpha Parker in the back of Vincent's very luxurious SUV that I do not think is just a rental. The guy has too much money. Parker, sitting beside me, just chuckles. "I knew something was up. She never stays home from warrior training. Even on the days her dad and stepmom can't watch the kids, she just

“Luna Grace… please help me.” I turned, spine stiffening on instinct. There she was—Becky Bell in the flesh. The infamous she-wolf with the soft curls and trembling lip. Her face was pale, tear-streaked, and suspiciously flawless for someone “torn apart by the media.” “I just want my pup to be born without shame,” she whispered, stepping into the room. Alpha Tom was at her side before I could blink, his hand already at the small of her back. “What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low and panicked. “The doctor said you needed rest.”

“With all of them. Logan. Liam. Tessa. All of it. I’m done crying. I’m done bleeding for men who don’t deserve me.” Becca’s mouth curved into the faintest smile. “That’s the Sierra I know.” “Damn right.” I straightened in my chair, fixing my blazer. “I am Sierra Morgan. CEO of Morgan Enterprises. I build empires out of code and fire. And no man—no liar—will ever break me again.” She leaned forward. “That’s the spirit. But you don’t have to carry it all alone, you know. You’ve got me.” I swallowed hard, looking at her. Sometimes, I wondered what I’d do without Becca. She was the anchor when my world spun out of control. The one person who refused to let me drown in my own bitterness.

He asked airily. "Becky!" She said happily. George had worn the necklace and raised his brow surprisingly. He looked at the mirror. "You saw Rebecca?" He said doubtfully. "Mhm!" She hummed, "She looks different now. She dresses classy, has a personal maid and has a daughter." "A daughter? Are you sure of what you're saying?" He asked eagerly. "Of course. She is married woman now." She said calmly, "She doesn't stay in this village anymore. She stays with her husband in Gardenstown."

"Yup, I know." "You know but then you keep on dragging me to this." "Of course, I am teaching you how to get a life, too." Rebecca wanted to cover her face with her palms. Her best friend's silliness is becoming too much at times. She has to go with her, anyway. She doesn't want to die waiting for her to come home because she's only on her own. Having no choice, she agreed. The only thing that worries her is the possible encounter she will have with Gavin. She knew that Marvin and Gavin were really good friends. She remembered spotting the two of them together around the school's premises.