Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

Her fellow waitress holds her shoulder. She looked at her and fakely smile. "I am fine. I just feel dizziness" She said while trying to grip the mug again. "Ok, one cappuccino and Mcflurry for Table 12". She ordered while moving towards the other customers. Becky gulps down to control her senses. She grips the mug and starts the coffee maker to fill the order. Her grip was tight against the mug. She pours coffee and puts the order on the tray. Becky moves towards Table 12 with a smile, but her body was shaking with weird sensations. Someone is calling her in pain. She can feel the pain and sorrow in her heart. Just as she reached near Table 12, she greeted the customer and about to put the t

"Micheal." The air was thick with tension, our standoff silent but charged. My wolf, restless inside me, paced in my mind, ears pinned back. Then, the door swung open. Becky stepped in, her long hair cascading over her frail shoulders, her lips trembling as crystalline tears shimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself had personally crafted her to inspire pity. Her voice was soft, weak, as if merely speaking was draining the life from her.

she quipped. Aviv smiled and replied "okay..." And turning towards me he added, "anyway Ella meet my friend Becca Royal...She just arrived a day ago from London. So I invited her as well..." "Uhuh friend as well as shareholders..." she said stretching her hand towards me. I shook my hand and greeted her "Hello Becca..nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too Ella.." she smiled. In a short while, Erik came with the same waitress who gave me the water. She was standing lowering her head and I noticed that she was trembling with fear.

"Who missed me!" I sighed in frustration. It sounded like Rogers Jack. He was the head of a notorious biker gang. A week ago he was arrested for destroying government property. But I guess he is free now. He loved visiting the diner, and everyone hated him. Most especially me. "Where is my pretty waitress?!" He yelled. "Where is she?" I walked into the kitchen. "I'll be serving you today, Rogers," I hear Becky say. She was also a waitress at the diner.

The waitress re-emerges, and the grease ball at the counter hollers at her, “Becks, get me some more eggs, will ya?” “Not now, ya lug, I’ve got cust’mers,” the waitress snaps. I notice the nametag on her uniform reads ‘Becky.’ This must be Don’s younger sister, and therefore wife of the pig at the bar. The apparent fact that Grobe is mooching off of his wife being a waitress while he lives off of welfare checks makes me hate the bastard even more, and I find myself looking more and more forward to killing him by the minute. “Sorry ‘bout that,” Becky says, walking up to our booth and handing us each a menu. “Can I start ya off with some drinks?”

It was my little routine and I enjoyed it. I ordered my usual and went to take a seat at the table to wait. Since I came in here every morning, the staff knew me now. I just sat, scrolling through my phone. Another little daily ritual thing I did was g****e if there were any new news articles about missing women or body discoveries around the town or even state. I like to be on top of things, but so far, nothing. Good. ‘Here you go, Mr Smith’. Becky, one of the employees who wasn’t so subtle about her attraction, brought me my order. I thanked her and she left again, a little deflated. I wasn’t interested.

He stepped into the kitchen with a woman behind him. She was younger than Clara had been, maybe in her mid-twenties, with neat brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail and a simple dark uniform that looked freshly pressed. Her head stayed lowered. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Everything about her posture said she was trying to take up as little space as possible. I set the spatula down and gave Lucien a surprised look. He met my eyes without hesitation, then gestured slightly toward the woman. “This is Becky,” he said. “She will assist you with Elias.”

one of the guys scolded her, and she just rolled her eyes, continuing her arrogant demeanor. "It’s all good, we have names," my friend said. "I’m Beckie, and this is Cassie." The waiter brought us alcoholic drinks, which I was grateful for because if I had to choose between listening to that bitter woman talk about me and my friend, I’d take the drink. And this drink tasted like it belonged to rich people. I smiled and took another sip, feeling Josh sit so close to me that our bodies brushed against each other. I drank again to control the urge I had to slide down the couch and sit on his lap.

"What's the big hurry? Can't you see I'm waiting for some pastries? Charles probably skipped breakfast, and I'm planning to take some up to him!" "Ms. Baker!" Becky tried to keep her cool, but her face showed clear annoyance with Janet. "We're on the clock, and you haven't even started your tasks. Besides, you're just an employee here at Colossus Group; you don't get to tell the catering staff what to do." Becky's words hit a nerve, and Janet snapped back with a scowl, "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" "I'm a fellow human, obviously," Becky responded calmly. Her time with Charles had rubbed off on her, giving her a hint of his commanding presence. "But Ms. Baker, you're und

she set the table and came out of the room, and she returned to the kitchen, while Becky sat down watching the food on the table, Becky woke up the following day, she entered To the bathroom, bath, dressed up, and her breakfast was brought to her In the bedroom, and she took her breakfast, and she came out of her bedroom, and walked to her office, Getting to the office, she was given a letter, and when she opened the letter, she asked, "what Is the meaning of this ma'am?" "Are you not happy to be made a personal assistant to the CEO?" Mrs. Anderson asked,