Beth Bear の小説・ストーリー

"Back in your territory." Beatrice is an omega. They're shunned by society and can't hold any titles unless they're raised to the position of a gamma or beta. Here in the palace, they do the jobs no one wants to do — clean, scrub, help royals with chores they're quite capable of doing on their own.

Beth could see now with dispassionate eyes that she, too, had changed, more than she realized. Of course Beth was nothing like the weak, manipulable, gullible woman she had been in her first life, and of course she still had her doubts about Anna's miraculous change of heart over the last year.

" I almost choke on my coffee, then push the cup away from me before I can accidentally knock it over. "Bella really told you that?" Beth's grin has a definite feline quality to it now. "Of course she did - holding her sides, tears in her eyes, while managing to look horribly grossed out at the same time." "Ah, I know. I can be such an ass sometimes, but I can't help it - I love to try and squick them out from time to time. And there's really not much else I can say that will make them both stare at me with that

It looked so beautiful. Bethel had never worn shoes as beautiful as this. She gently tucked her black coal coloured hair behind her ears and cleared her throat to get Sarah's attention. "Mr Harry really want you to look beautiful tonight,please make him happy. He spent a lot on what you're wearing" Sarah said. Bethel couldn't speak,she was dumb founded but that doesn't stop the fact that she's going to run away. "Thank you Sarah" she replied. Just then,the for opened to reveal the beast himself.

“And what does ‘the rest’ entail?” Beth’s eyes glinted as she smiled—beautiful, composed, and dangerous. “Just make sure I know. That’s your job,” she said simply. “Mine is to make sure Katherine never gets to believe she won.” A click. The call ended. Beth stood motionless for a moment in the stillness of her lavish apartment, the soft hum of the city floating beyond the glass walls. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She simply walked over to her vanity mirror, adjusted a loose curl, and reapplied a gloss to her lips.

E L E A N O R “Who is Beersheba?” I asked Severus as we hurried back toward the castle, my heart still racing from the sudden summons. “Someone Perseus knows,” he replied, his voice low and cautious. “An ancient goddess of seduction, or better still, a succubus. I don’t know what she’s doing here. Perseus told me he settled things peacefully with her a long time ago.” “He never told me anything about her before,” I said, a knot tightening in my stomach.

Betty exclaimed. “I don’t care if you don’t support me” Bev said. “That girl did nothing to you. There’s no reason for you to end her life. Let her be in peace. You’re the one who is meant to move on and leave them be” Betty said. “Whose side are you on Betty?” Bev asked. “I’m certainly not on your side if you’re willing take a life for it” Betty said. “You’re not a best friend” Bev said, angrily got up and walked out.

praised Aster, one of them who was now sitting in front of Beatrice. "Really?" Beatrice was confused. How was she cool? There was nothing cool about the conflict between women. It's just that last night, Beatrice had run out of patience. Bella's behavior had become unforgivable. "Yes. You're really cool. No one has dared to stand up against Bella like you did, Beatrice." Beatrice just smiled. She didn't know how to respond.

Ashleigh met Christopher's other two siblings who lived out of state; a brother Gregory and his wife and children and another sister. She was nothing like Alma and she immediately hugged Ashleigh and exclaimed that mom and dad loved her. Her name was Beverly, she was single, spirited and had more freckles on her face than anybody she'd ever seen.

We were always so careful. “Bethan isn’t dead because of us, Callie,” my Dad said eventually. His chair scraped against the floor as he shuffled closer. “Bethan – she, well, the way they found her…” “Who found her?” I frowned. “Beau and Torre. And they saw the signs straight away.” “What signs?” I felt like a parrot, chirping out repetitions. “Bethan wasn’t just dead, Cals. And she hadn’t been killed in the same way that Ben had been attacked. She’d been staked.”