Bethany Frye Novels & Stories

Whatever she said had Mia scrambling out the door with barely a goodbye. The last person to stop by was Bethany. She was a little tiny slip of a girl, skinny but in a well-toned way and her hair was so dark it made her skin look pale giving her a slight porcelain look. But do not underestimate her, I had seen this little slip of a thing take a whip to a Dom that was abusing a sub before the moderators could get there so I knew the strength she carried. Bethany was the one who told me about the Dungeon in the first place. Though she had done it as more of a prank than anything. Today she looked terrible, so guilty, and forlorn that I immediately reached out to her, but she shook her head and

, Christian asked when he noticed the one woman who wouldn't fear him. In his mind, he knew she was not broken, there was still some fight left in her and how he enjoys snuffing the fight from willed people. Eben grabbed some papers from a pile that was heaped on the table and send through the information there before he stumbled on Freya's information. "Freya McIntyre, twenty-eight, she's originally an Irish woman but an American citizen non the less. A PhD in psychology and human behavioral science…", Eben paused when Christian made a sound in his throat, a look of fascination on his face as he stared at the woman.

Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home. Stepping out the door, she jams her door, the alarm system of the car reverberating through the whole neighborhood. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, her phone rang. 'My Love' The phone displayed. "Hello Seth." Daisy Hunter's voice is mellifluous as she walks up the stairs to her apartment. "Hi Daisy, how was your day at the office?" Seth Nathaniel said, his voice barely above whispers. "Great! Today was splendid…what about yours." Her voice was laced with curiosity.

Cutting through without hesitation, she silences me before I can speak. “No, Fiona. Allow me to express this thought. Bethany was on every trip. She was in Bali, Cobá, Como. Her name was tagged in every post. She signed her name to that funding pitch and cashed the same recognition we all did, even though she barely touched the work. And Amelia?” She lets out a sharp laugh. “Girl sat at every single table and acted like her glass of rosé had a diploma in psychology.” Dawn lets out a soft wheeze, trying to hold her laugh in.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Sitting in the chair behind her desk, Bethany once again wrote in her journal. "I'm Bethany Carter, a real estate agent who can't find passion for her job. The days at my firm are long and tedious as I try to find my calling, or whatever it is that motivated me to choose this profession. I am a bold woman, bold enough to approach a stranger in a bar and offer him a drink. I am a shameless woman, so much so that I became my brother-in-law's lover.

MORGANA FOSTER An hour had passed already. Sorya was sitting beside me knitting some kind of blue-toned scarf, while on the other side, Ryan was on his phone. When the door opened again, Bethany's brown hair swayed over her face as she bounced in. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" she said, hugging me and joyfully shouting, the impact of her body against mine causing a slight ache. "You finally woke up!"

I say as we both begin to jump up and down, hugging each other. This is amazing. I actually did it! "Thank you, goddess Tethys. Thank you." I thank the goddess of fresh water, Tethys, and turn to my aunt, giving her a huge bear hug. "And thank you, Emma. I couldn't have done it without your help. I can't wait to tell Ty." I say as I hold her hands feeling rejoiced.

The door behind them opened. Bethany Spirit stepped out, wearing a sharp blazer, her hair tied back in a bun, and a deep frown cut across her face. She looked… irritated. No, worse—she looked tired. Like she hadn’t slept for days, and this was the last thing she wanted to deal with. “Who dares interrupt my rest?” she asked. Our eyes locked. Her expression shifted to something colder. “You again,” she said flatly. “Young woman, I told you not to bother me again.”

Bethany was practically purring, her schoolgirl act back in full swing. Ryder removed his leather jacket, revealing a white T-shirt stretched over his muscles, then he threw a heavy, tattooed arm around Bethany, his thumb grazing the side of her breast with a flirty, practiced ease. "You don't look a day over sixteen, Beth. Last time I saw you, you were..." "Almost nine months pregnant," Bethany giggled, leaning her body into his heat. She was mentally stripping him, oblivious to the fact that while she was talking, Ryder's ice-blue eyes had locked onto her daughter.