Becky G Problem Novels & Stories

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder. My stomach dropped. Not again. I kept talking. Something about affordable housing, about student rights. My voice sounded normal. Steady. Like my hands weren't shaking. Like I wasn't watching the video loop again, and again, and again. Beck's face contorted with rage, his fist raised, another student-athlete crumpling against the concrete.

He has beads in his hand. Becky immediately stands and looked at the person. “Helloo… Anybody there? She intently speaks loud. The mysterious black eyes, keep staring at Becky but didn’t show themselves. Becky went close to the window and politely asked. “Is this Father Chris?” She asked while trying to find his face through the window. “Who are you”. The man asked “I am Go….I am Becky, the werewolve Goddess. I came here to ask you for help”. She shared her motives.

Lucy gasped at the picture her friend made. The machines beeping quietly, and the ventilator that was breathing for her, making a faint clicking noise. Lucy was taken back to last year when She and Bill had found her laying in her bed, catatonic. Bill stepped up behind his woman and wrapped her up in his arms. She turned and buried her face in Bill's chest and sobbed. Drake, at a loss for what to do, merely patted Lucy on her shoulder.

"Now can you please take me away from this so called place which you brought me for a transplant? What happened to me and why am I here? you still have the guts to keep quiet even as I am talking!!" Sometimes I wondered if Becky was mentally okay. "I'm really sorry dear, but you slumped and fell so I had to Cary you here. Please just try not to talk too much, we'll explain better when we meet." I spoke in a quiet voice. Becky's arrogance was too much, sometimes it felt like I should just pin her down on the hit her hard with whatever hard tool I had. Her beauty plus her arrogance equaled her attitude. "Tell the doctor that I want to leave Aiden, I can't spend the whole day here. Besides, I h

She says. My eyes go wide. “What? The great Damon King can be sweet. I thought he would snap my neck with two fingers earlier.” She smiles. “He does have a short fuse especially when it comes to Becky.” She says with a smile. "Becky?" My eyes widen. I could not help myself. well, that was fun while it lasted. Thinking about teasing Beck brought me back to reality. A reality where Beckett hasn’t woken up at all in the last twenty-four hours. They couldn’t find any external injuries other than the hit to his back, they were running test to see if it has damaged his spinal cord. They also said something about smoke inhalation.

"Yeah, I get that. But let me warn you about something, or rather, someone." Maya raised her eyebrows. "Who?" Becky glanced around, then lowered her voice. "Gabby, you know her, right? " Maya nodded. P "Gabby?" Maya asked, pretending to be surprised. "She seems nice to me. Though I haven’t talked to her much." Becky scoffed lightly, then shook her head. "Oh, please, dear, that woman is not as sweet as she looks. That girl is the biggest pretender I have ever seen. You are lucky you haven’t gotten too close."

“I will not accept this.” Becky became visibly calm. “What are the allegations?” He demanded. Other elders and Alphas who were on his side spoke in favour. Alpha Sean remained calm as always while I fumbled with my cuticles knowing everything happening here was about me, yet I sat down innocently. I loved the fact that Mark stood right in front of me but still avoided my gaze. “There are several. Let’s start with the questioning. Becky, did you have a kidney failure?” Mark sparked. “How the hell does that—”

Becky continued, “we will deal with Normani and Shawn. We will take the gold and crush them both.” She walked to the door, but turned before leaving. “Find someone capable among the boys to trail Normani and Shawn. Watch them closely. I don’t trust either of them with something this valuable. They might already know something… but they are just keeping quiet.” “I will take care of it,” I said quickly. “Do you want to…” Becky gave me a cold smile. “Forget about sex. I have lost interest tonight.” She walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Fate must be playing tricks with me. I slumped back into the cushy seat opposite Becky. She looked at me for a few seconds, then gradually shifed her attention briefly to her desktop. There was a small plague on her desk, it bore the name Dr. Becky Johannes. She had married early and had a kid. But here I was, sitting in front of her feeling the weight of helplessness weigh me down. I have to think of a way to get Zeke's child in me. No matter the price to pay. I thought to myself before a phone call distracted me, also causing Becky to return her gaze to me for a second. Looking into the caller ID I squinted.