Belo Betty Novels & Stories

Her unfinished whisper steam-stained the air. Came here for our son. To be with him. To be braver than you ever could be or ever were, Tim. You’re a fucking disgusting piece of shit for making me this way. Say it. SAY IT. “—I figured this was where you’d be, and I thought we should be together,” Betty said, second-guessing herself again. She yanked her arm free and held her head high. It was almost enough to make her laugh. Who needed a silly disguise when one was already so adept at wearing the mask of complacency?

Betty went back to eating her ice cream. Agreeing with her twin sister's opinion, Betta continued to stare at Baby and their boss who were together in the pool Betta took the spoon from her twin and ate the ice cream. "To be honest, I was worried if they were with the master just hurting her but I agree if they go on a date." Betta looks dilemma now. "I understand how you feel, I'm worried about it too but I don't want to burden my mind," Betty said then grabbed her spoon back and continued eating ice cream.

She cupped his face and kissed the top of his nose. "Cook for me, please," she said, half begging. Travis chuckled and got up. He went to the kitchen to cook while Alice was on the couch, playing her favorite movie. A knock got her attention. She marched towards the door and opened it revealing a young warrior frantically searching for something. "Is Beta Travis, around?" he asked and bowed his head. Alice nodded her head. "He's been called by Alpha Blake, Kamila is missing," he added. Travis heard it and got out of the kitchen wearing pink colored apron that Alice bought.

"Tell me everything. Right now. I am your best friend, and I have earned this information." I sighed. "Elvis has gifted hands," I said, before I could make a better decision. "And I had absolutely no idea a man his age still moved like that." Betty made a sound I had never heard a human being make before. Both hands flew to her face. She started fanning herself with absolutely nothing, using pure air, performing the whole dramatic ritual she'd picked up from reality TV. I got up and went to my room. Left her to it. ###########

At 7:40pm Betty stood looking out of her window. She had left the office early and taxied home so she could get ready for her fiance coming to collect her. She had done as he asked and was naked underneath her big black overcoat. The only thing she had had to worry about was making sure that her make-up was perfect. So she didn’t feel so bare she had chosen a simple set of small diamond earrings and a bright red lipstick as her accessories, with a simple small black clutch. As the clock ticked next to her she felt her nerves start to kick in. She couldn’t wait to see him again. As she stood at her open window and saw the stretched blacked out car pull round the corner she knew it was him. S

I arched a brow. She grinned and wiggled her laminated eyebrows. “Right. You’re going to hell anyway, so why not make it worth it?” I snorted and turned back to my monitor, scrolling through the units I’d been assigned to sell if a miracle ever happened. “Why are you looking at those?” Betty leaned over my shoulder, her perfume hitting my nose before I even saw her reflection on the screen. “Sugar, there’s nothing in there but sad little boxes for loners. Dream big.” She reached over and pressed a few keys.

What would she do then? " Of course you will never admit, '' Betty slammed her hand on the table, her browns pulling together. Her only concern was that Noah was richer and if the rumor turned out to be true, Elisa would live a better life than her and she wasn't willing to lose to her. Betty was a smart girl and looking at Elisa, she knew she didn't create any of these lies. She knew Elisa wouldn't do any of these but what if whoever did this was right? Elisa wasn't bad looking, she was unfortunately beautiful.

Betty interrupted Harry's story by saying, "At which point your story switches to hetero sex, so it's technically the end of your first-time-bi tale." "And the beginning of yours," he agreed. He turned to Bob and Jill, and went on, "Back in our college days, Elisabeth Shoemaker went by Beth. Today, she goes by Betty." "You're the poker player?" Jill said. "I didn't see that coming. Great story!" "Congratulations on staying together all this time!" Bob said. "That's awesome!"

Water pours down her face, making her skin appear much more pale than usual, her hair is sodden, hanging down each side of her face like a sticky sheet, clinging to her skin. He is ready, he has his beta by his side, the only backup he will ever need, the only person he will ever trust enough to take this step with, he has never been stronger or fitter, he has maturity far beyond his years. He has been through the type of hardships that shape a person, that is impossible to replicate in any other setting.

As soon as we approached her, she gave us a sweet smile. "Good Morning Ma'am, how may I help you?" She asked. "Good morning. Could you kindly call Miss Khali Luciano and inform her that it's Jane Terranova?" I asked, my gaze falling on her name tag, pinned to her blouse over her left chest. It says Cindy Kong. Her features are delicate, and she is gorgeous. She never showed any excitement in her expression - just a calm and welcoming aura, so I assumed she didn't know who I was.