Becky G Problem Novels & Stories

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.

ADALYN This girl was stupid and annoying, to say the least. Yet, despite these facts, I regretted that I had underestimated her. I should have dealt with the tiny redhead girl right after Cassandra Keller had disappeared. Now, she had become a big problem, one I wasn’t sure how to handle. “I was hiding in the room next to yours when you spoke,” Becky chimed in. Father’s face changed when she mentioned the meeting. His complexion paled and his hazel eyes widened, but when he ran his hands through his graying hair, it was clear that he seemed convinced by her words.

*chik* *chik* before the mass of people comment on her announcement, the army and policemen on her side suddenly point their gun at the people and almost telling them that they don't have the right to argue they are terrified of the sudden pointing of gun and no one tries to voice out anything and like nothing happened, Becky continues her announcement. "so no one is objecting, very good I'm happy that all of you understand the situation, hahaha. Well about the rebels, if any of you has seen any strange things around the facility made sure to report it or else we will cut off the supply we are giving to you" in John Carl's eyes, the woman that is talking right now is a demon, a human being t

Becky came rushing into the room, “What happened? She looked around as if expecting an intruder. “This, this is what happened, all because you couldn’t control that little bitch.” I dragged her by the arm over to my desk, where those two were still frozen on the screen. She hit play and once again looked like she was about to pass out. “Are you sure that is Gia?” She pointed at the screen and backed away like a crazy person.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

I was now vulnerable. He leaned closer, staring into my eyes and I was pulled into his blue-green ones. "I want to see you smile, Becca! Not sarcastic or deceiving but real." "It's all an act to hide this side. To hide that six year old Becca and stand up to those bullies like my uncle." I admitted. It was my first time opening up, having someone to talk to and tell them my problems. My issues. My feelings. I've been alone for far too long.

It was like he couldn’t get away from her. “It looks like you can’t get away from me,” Amelia smirked. “This must be fate.” Fate my ass, Nate thought. “Um…Ms. Webb?” He called, waving his hand. “Can I have a different partner? How about Ricky over there?” he pointed at the scrawny, nerdy kid in the back. Ricky frantically nodded his head no as he was terrified of Nate. “Now, Mr. Wolf, I told you in the beginning, I will be assigning partners for everyone, and you are not an exception to that rule. I’m sure you and Ms. Martinez will get along just fine if you give her a chance. “Ms. Webb said.

They'd make a call up to one of the uniformed guards to run him off. "Yo, Beast! Check this out!" Carlos' brown face was split by a wide smile. Christopher walked over to the camera and did a double take. The pink lady—well she wasn't pink. She was a black lady; light skinned with light hair and eyes, maybe multi-racial. But she had moved to the treadmill. She had it set to a fast walk and what the guys were guffawing about was the way her butt bounced with each step. Damn…he watched for a moment before scowling and walking away. "You were down there with her. We were taking bets that she'd get one look at your big-ass and run," Roddy said with a smirk. "She was checking you out, dude."

Is everything okay? I typed and replied. Call me if you're not busy. I waited, but no response. I'm so doomed. Can I work with Reid again? Without imaging his lips pressed against mine? Can I look into his mesmerizing eyes without wanting to be wrapped against his muscular arms? Becca Dela Vine, you are in big big trouble, woman! I took deep breaths because of frustrations. My phone rang; it's an unlisted number, yet I picked it up. It might have been Sierra using her husband's phone.

Pabonya made a brief introduction. He went ahead to describe the incident that led to the compulsory leave that was granted to Becky. He pointed out that Sigilai had been sought in an attempt to resolve the matter but was not available and as a result the elders had no option but to dismiss Becky. He made it clear that there were eye witnesses to attest to the atrocities that Becky committed and urged the meeting to listen to them. When no one objected, he invited them and they presented their testimonies before the congregation.