Bernadette Peters Novels & Stories

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I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

“Yeah, but I am going to quit. After a point you get bored with people always pointing their guns at you, you know.” “Yeah, I know- wait what.” “Yeah, I joined it after I was done fooling people as a psychic.” “Wait what-“ “But after police cars chase you down, you learn your lesson. So I had to quit. It’s like trouble just keeps following me.” “Okay, no wait I need to process this. Stop saying words.” Joseph Lachlan I stared at the woman sitting in front of me. I still can’t get over the fact that Mary Redferne was sitting in front of me. I knew a woman like her would never go for me, but just being around her was enough for me.

I approached the cabinet where I keep the files that John handed me before. My hands were shaking as I flipped the page and scanned the details of Angela. Then, I stopped after I read something. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the papers fell on the floor. I was blankly staring at the wall while the information I had read slowly sank into my head. "Occupation...prostitute in the entertainment club," I whispered as I weakly bend my knees on the floor in disbelief.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Sister Benedetta meets us in a courtyard. She is seventy-two years old and small, compact, with the specific stillness of someone who has spent thirty-one years in an archive reading things that require absolute attention. She wears the habit of her order but simply, without decoration. She looks at the seven of us. Her eyes move through us the way I move through rooms. Reading. She reads Paz first. A specific stillness when she looks at her. The recognition of something significant. Then she looks at me. She looks at the pendant at my throat.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"Kathleen Harn's." "Yes." "Did it help?" Betty considered the question honestly. "It helped me understand what I'm continuing," she said. "She was three days from the summit when Vane's father took her." She paused. "I'm twelve days out. I intend to make it." Arthur was quiet for a moment. Then, quietly: "You will." She asked Evander that evening.

"You have hidden me for far too long, denied my very existence. You cannot deny her from me now. Not after this." ***** Meanwhile, inside the room, Bernadette meticulously ensured that Eleanor was stable. She adjusted the crisp bedsheets around the unconscious woman before her gaze softened, settling on Eleanor with a profound sympathy. She truly didn't deserve any of this, did she? The world seemed intent on leaving her helpless, over and over again. Eleanor had endured a tumultuous year, a relentless barrage of hardships that no one, not a single soul, should ever have to experience.

Chad had finished bandaging Fentanyl's wound when Archibald walked in. Archibald bowed to Chad and said, "Chief, I've brought my granddaughter." Then, Archibald stepped aside, and a tall and timid young woman walked in. "I'm Bernadette Stevens, and please allow me to pay my respect to you, Chief Jennings!" Even Fentanyl fell silent after hearing Bernadette's sweet voice and seeing her beautiful appearance. Chad frowned at Bernadette and asked, "Archie, how many granddaughters do you have?"