Becky Prim Novels & Stories

I smiled as we disengaged from the hug, “You're the beauty queen here, you look like snow white without the dwarves crawling up your ass of course.” Becky chuckled lightly, “Actually I do have a few dwarves up my ass. They include my younger sister, Lilly and my younger son, Israel.” “Why's Armin excluded?” Becky scoffed, “He's always been on his lane since childhood. I'm pretty sure to him I'm the dwarf crawling up his ass.” “That's not true ma,” Armin said, “There was just no need for you to show up, I'm fine, really.”

It was Becky, the former friend turned betrayer, standing before us with a mixture of regret and defiance in her eyes. "I never wanted it to come to this," Becky said, her voice trembling. "But I couldn't escape the hold Mr. Smith had over me. I'm here to make amends and help you expose the truth." Her words hung in the air, a glimmer of redemption amidst the chaos. We had learned not to trust easily, but in that moment, we saw the genuine remorse in Becky's eyes. It was a chance for forgiveness and a united front against the true enemy.

“ He said and she chuckled. " I see... “ ... Arleta had changed her outfit countless times and still hasn't found the perfect dress to wear. “ It's just N*****x. " Said Bellamy who had been watching her. " I know but I need to look perfect. “ " Sometimes I wonder if you're the princess or I am. “ Bellamy chuckled. " Just tell me if this is okay? “ She said holding a purple crop top and a short black skirt. " It's okay. “ Bellamy said and threw her a jacket. “ You should top it with this. “ She smiled.

“One of our partners suddenly encountered a problem and it directly affected their project with us. Mr. Beckett is currently handling it. I believe he is in Wyoming right now.” “I understand. Would you please tell me when you hear from him? He’s not answering my calls…” “I will, Mrs. Beckett,” Mr. Abbott replied readily. Almost too readily. But Sophie brushed it off. Mr. Abbott had always been efficient like that. Wyoming. Sophie tried to recall all of Beckett Holdings’ partners, and see if there were any in Wyoming. She couldn’t. Was it new? She started typing on her phone. Only two words. “Investigate Wyoming.”

greeted the woman kindly, she stood up and held out her hand to her. "Sarah Watts." Becky hesitantly took the outstretched hand, "Rebecca Beckett," she said, her eyes examining her from head to toe. She looked simple and innocent, she didn't know where she came from, but she looked like a girl who came from the village. Sarah laughed,

I just wanted to graduate and maybe find a life where people didn't try to kill me every Tuesday. "You're in my seat." I looked up. Standing over me was Becca. She was one of the pack's top hunters—a tall, lithe woman with a jagged scar running down her forearm and eyes like flint. She had been with the Iron Howlers since before Dominic took over, and she didn't hide her distaste for "the human girl" who had suddenly become the center of their world. "The table is twenty feet long, Becca," I said, taking a slow sip of my coffee. "Pick another spot."

"You've been fucking her for two days and you don't know her last name? What a bunch of guys you are." Becky stood up and extended her hand. "Becky Stephens, sir. I'm pleased to meet you." I took her hand and looked her over. I had barely seen her when she delivered the pizza and her company uniform hadn't been particularly flattering. Plus, I'll admit I hadn't looked at her face too much when I was sent the video. First of all, it was buried in Lisa's pussy, and I paid altogether too much attention to watching Rhonda fuck her. Julia was right. Becky was cute as a kitten. Shorter than my slaves, maybe 5-4, younger; with the restless energy of her youth. Her plump breasts which from her short

Becky said, “and guess what? Freddie is a girl puppy, not a boy puppy.” Abby giggled. “Now, I need you to be a big girl and look after Freddie, okay?” “Okay Becky,” Abby said yawning and lying back on her pillow. “Will you be gone long?” “I don’t know sweetie,” Becky said, holding back the sob that threatened to wrench from her throat, “but you be a good girl for Barry and I’ll see you soon.” “Okay Becky,” she said, her eyes closing slowly. Becky dropped another kiss on her cheek and smoothed her hair until she heard the horn of the cab. With a sigh she got to her feet and left the house, sliding into the cab and not looking back as it drove away.

She handed one to Diana, who accepted it reluctantly, her skeptical gaze fixed on her friend. "What I’m about to tell you is a secret," Becky began, her tone lowering as she sat down. Diana’s ears perked up at the word secret. She leaned forward, curiosity was all seen on her face. "Go on," she urged. "I’ve accepted a caregiver job," Becky said cautiously, "It’s with Mr. Amos Wright." Diana was amazed, her glass hovering in midair. "You mean the CEO of Omega Corporation?" Becky nodded with a smile.

“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.”