Belo Betty Novels & Stories

He's always with one of us during our free time, and 9 out of 10, the three of us are together, which gives him the comfort and security of his three favorite people. It's rare for the three of us not to be together. Nikolai's father always said we're attached at the hip, which makes me wonder how Mr. Muscles ended up out here earlier without us. I look to my right and find Mr. Muscles in quite a predicament—the same one I always find him in at these events. Weston is what every Beta calls the dream catch. He's the biggest Delta one in our territory. He's not only the tallest, but even the man's muscles have muscles.

A far look from the picture Eagle gives me. Elizabeth Del Canor, known as Betty, is 22 years old and a full-time scholar graduating this year with magna cum laude honors. Her parents work as farm laborers, and they face financial hardship. Betty works part-time at a food chain and resides in the ladies’ dormitory near campus. I smirk, taking a sip of my amber drink. This is perfect. All the cards are properly arranged, and now it's time to introduce myself. Although she’s not my type or my ideal woman. But a mission is a mission, and asking why is forbidden. I must do what Eagle expects of me.

he asked in a calm voice. Betty felt tired but glad someone offered. "Yes, thank you. My name is Betty. I am new here. Just started a job at an office downtown. The boxes with kitchen things are very heavy." Caleb stepped inside. He looked around the small room. "First time in this building?" He lifted the biggest box like it was not much. His shirt stretched tight over his chest and shoulders as he carried it to the kitchen area. Betty followed with a smaller box of clothes. They worked together.

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

If only she knew how ridiculously funny she looks. All her boobs were literally on display. Where is she going, hoping she isn't coming my way? I pretended to be watching the videos I had taken. “Hi, handsome. I am Betty. One of the top models around. Becky is having a chit-chat with one of the directors, if you know what I mean.” I have never seen such an ugly wink. I might as well throw up. I needed to put up an appearance. “Hi, I am Idris. You look good in those costumes.”

"But now I do believe that if two people are meant to be together, no matter what happens or no matter what they go through, the fate always brings them together." "Betty, can you cut to the chase?" Christian groaned but Betty's gaze was focused on me. "I'm Bethany Mills, Christian's elder sister. You do not remember me now but I was once your favourite person besides Christian." she told and I knitted my brows as I've never even recalled an interaction with her in my whole life. "Betty, have you gone mad-" "Could you just let me speak without your interruption?" Betty asked Christian, slightly annoyed and he groaned, muttering something like 'just get to the effing point' as he leaned back

Betty stopped in the middle of her sentence. I was certain she was about to act sympathetic by calling me “skinny”. Surprise! I am not the skinny Elizabeth she maltreated! “You… You look healthy,” Betty said. There was a lot of displeasure at the end of her intonation, and so she quickly changed her tone and said, “Good thing! I was worried you had no food to eat before! But look at you! Brimming with fat here and there!” Is she purposely calling me ‘fat’ as to encourage me to go back to my old appearance?

I nodded, gulping as Ivan stood behind the women, biting his nails. Bella then checked inside me with her hand and gave Martha a nod. Silently, in a language only women who have already made it through seem to understand they became a team. “Cherish, when your next contraction comes, I want you standing, I want you holding onto this bathtub and I want you to push with everything you have. Everything. Because the longer it takes to get the first one out, the harder you make it for number two.” The jolly, relaxed Bella of the full moon party had retreated. Though her grey eyes sparkled it was a hard, focused glitter. Intensely, silently, she watched every quiver of my bump, shake of legs and h

Hailey carried herself meekly around but was shocked to see Betty Dawson’s condition. Betty was already a plump woman whose weight matched her equally lanky 165 meters. She was wrapped in a white towel around her body and on her head. It seemed like she just got out of the shower. Her swollen face was a sight to behold, and with the rashes all over her body, it was a frightening sight and must have horrified her to no end. Smack! Betty immediately slapped Hailey across her face. “Finally, you’ve come. I thought you disappeared. What the heck did you use on me? Is it even safe for human use? How am I going to meet people now, huh? Nothing could possibly compensate for my loss!”

Tomorrow I’ll go to his office and find out what’s really going on. The lobby smelled faintly of fresh lilies, a delivery from one of the agency’s sponsors, and Aurelia leaned casually against the polished counter, trading small talk with Betty. The older woman had on a fitted leopard-print blouse and a chunky gold necklace that jingled every time she moved. Her lipstick was fire-engine red, matching her nails perfectly. “Can you believe it?” Betty said, lowering her voice with theatrical flair. “It’s already ten o’clock and Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsom hasn’t stepped foot in here. He even phoned earlier—said he wasn’t coming to work.”