Bet You Wanna Novels & Stories

Do you understand? "Who exactly wants to kill me, Beta?"

"Thanks, Bets, I will. And hey, aren't you proud of me?" “The hell I am!” Betty returns my smile. “That's my quick-thinking, hustling bestie. If anyone can knock 'em dead, it's you." She pulls me into another fierce hug. "Hey, I'm here for you, whatever comes next, alright? Just promise me you'll start applying for some well-paid corporate jobs instead of getting stuck in a shady bar, singing for drunk millionaires who want to fuck you just because you have a nice voice." “Don’t forget my killer tits,” I tease, and Betty immediately bursts out laughing.

She nodded, smiling. "Can I get my 500 bucks from you now?" She put out her hand and smiled. "And also from you Enzo, wikki won." She jumped up. We had made a bet about an international fighting game and Lola had bet on wikki, the smallest contestant. "Okay okay, you won this time." I mumbled, picking up a cookie and placing it on her open palm. "What the hell is this? Don't do this Sophia, we made a deal." Lola glared at me, as she stretched out her hand to my face.

“He’s far from getting a boner.” “Really?” He nodded. “Alright.” I pursed my lips. “I bet I could turn you on.” His brow furrowed. He seemed perplexed and unsure if I had said that. “Come on, let’s bet!” I said. “Bet? That you could turn me on?” I nodded. “What would I get in this bet?” “A boner.” He laughed. “Only if you could turn me on, Miss. “I don’t believe you can.” “Why because I’m chubby?”

Now what? "What kind of bet??" I asked him, turning towards him, on which he gave me a smug look walking to me and said stopping in front of me "You think that you are a big charmer and can make any girl crazy with your charm, then why don't you use your charm on Nalini. The bet is very simple, if you can get Nalini in your bed then you win otherwise I am." His voice was full of mockery and I knew what he was trying to do but it was all about ego and this was not the first time we have placed a bet on a girl but they all were bitches.

" I declared. "Ready for what?" "For the bet" "What do you mean?" "To become a playgirl," whispered I. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You have to embrace the chaos, Liora. It makes life more interesting.” I rolled my eyes and forcefully flipped to the next page. “Did you need something?” I asked curtly. “I’ve got a quiz to study for, and if anyone sees me not studying, they’ll accuse me of taking drugs to get a good grade.” He shrugged. “Nothing in particular. Just wanted to let you know that I just placed my bet.” “Your… bet.” That had me looking up at him. “What are you talking about?” “The bet you and Jessica made,” Zane clarified. “Everyone is dropping cash on who they think will win.”

“What does that have to do with me?” “You see, we decided to make this year’s more interesting. Anyone who wins becomes the Beta of this pack, a position you are in for, and trust me, a lot of my men are dying to become my Beta and they won’t let you win easily” “And If I don’t want to compete?” Jett inquired. “You have no choice, it’s neither you die or win in the arena or be made my sex slave” At his words, the table broke into laughter, mocking his already wounded ego.

On getting back to the counter, Betty cornered her. "Wanna switch tables?" She asked, sounding too eager. Beth rose a brow, "Why?" "That Brandon fucking Wade, bitch!" Betty whisper yelled. "You handle the others, I'll take him." Betty said, rose her hands to pump up her breasts, and walked away. Beth watched her go with a grimace on her face. Evan leaned over the counter. "Betty's at it again?" "Sadly." "Who's the guy this time?" "Brandon Wade."

Think Bri Think. “Oh and what's your excuse, Beau? Don't act like you are so fucking high above me. I've seen the way you look at her, it's why you haven't dicked anyone since she showed up, what the fuck are you waiting for Beta?” His words were crude and harsh and meant to tip him over the edge. Beau swung but Wyatt grabbed his fist wrenching it hard and kicking him back.