Bethany Frye Novels & Stories

"I think I’m vengeful because it is now my turn to touch you." They stand there, hatred for one another thick as a brick. Brie’s lips curl evilly. “I’ll see you in seven days.” Bethany nods. “I’ll see you in hell.” Brie strides out and the doors click shut behind her. Bethany exhales loudly. Her legs wobble a little bit, but she stays upright. Jade steps in a few seconds later, eyes wide. “What the hell was that? I could hear voices from outside.” Bethany turns slowly. “Get me everything on Brie Worth,” she says, voice quiet and plotting. “Everything. Birth records. Real estate. Every shell company. Every person she's paid off. Every goddamn bullet she’s ever bought.”

From what I heard Beatrice befriend Bianca so she could replace her, but it's still a rumor. And lastly, Bethany hill. She's quite different from those two, she is not a outspoken person and she is not a brave person either. So if Bianca or Beatrice are not on her side, she actually quite easy to scare. From all I know is Bethany came from a wealthy family so they both only use her. I still don't get why she wanted to be friend with them, all she do is carry their belongings and the stupid part is she happily oblige it. What a weird person.

Tiffany sneered, disbelief colouring her eyes. “Would you look at that? Princess Writer thinks she can steal my leftovers,” Bethany said, crossing her arms as she watched them. Emily snickered, while Tiffany leaned in with mock pity. "She probably thinks walking next to him is some kind of date. Cute,” Emily chipped in. Bethany tilted her chin, eyes narrowing like a cat stalking prey, “No, not cute. Pathetic. Let’s fix that,” She strode forward, heels clicking against the pavement.

Bethany noticed it and she chuckled. "Seems like you aren't satisfied yet, want another round? I'm not tired "she says and got down from the table. "No, you can leave now "I say sternly. "Come on, don't be too harsh "she says and carry her bag . "Bye and thanks for calling me sweetheart I enjoyed myself "she says and kiss my cheek before walking out of my study. Bethany and I are just friends with Benefits. She's a sex freak, all she wants is just sex. She doesn't do relationships and says she can't stay with one guy.

“We can’t have you looking like a beggar when the Beta arrives, even if that’s what you are.” Freya lifted the fabric in her trembling hands. It wasn’t fine or beautiful, just slightly cleaner than the rags she wore. Still, it felt like charity tossed at a stray dog. Her chest ached, but she bit her tongue and rose to her feet. “Yes, Lycril,” she whispered, her voice thin and small. She turned toward the corner where she usually changed. Her fingers fumbled with the ties of her tattered apron, her eyes blurring with unshed tears.

“She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.” He grabs my hand. “No,” says Robert, softly. Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me. “No?” he says, his voice equally quiet. Robert nods at me. “Who is she?” I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—” “Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

Beth said as soon as she jumped into my room. She started searching my room, throwing open my wardrobe, looking under the bed—and then, more ridiculously, inside drawers. “Beth!” She whipped around to look at me. “I just don’t know what’s come over you—and yes, to answer your question, you are beautiful.” She dragged in a breath. “I guess no one has told you before, but Freya, you’re the most beautiful girl I know. You have a perfect heart-shaped face, the largest, softest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, and your inky-dark hair… It’s the kind of hair men write songs about. It’s just a pity we’re omegas, and so we’ll never find our fated mates. But I’m sure the man who ends up marrying you will ch

“Yes. Not only are you insulting her without provocation, but you’re also insulting my friend. Amara does not seem in any way at fault and I don’t appreciate the way you’re treating her, Ms. Larsen.” Fiona blinked in surprise. “You’re defending this slut-?” “She is not a slut.” Bethany firmly cut her off. “Now apologize.” “Apologize? Why the hell should I apologize to a lowly, servant bitch like her. I’m more than her, she’s meant to be the one apologizing for fucking around-“

"Do you truly know her, Lord of Carlisle?" Charles looked away. He refused to dignify the question with an answer. Of course that knew her. He knew who Bethany Fitzgerald was. She was a quiet and gentle soul who loved her family dearly. An excellent horsewoman and one of equal passion. Beth loved to read and she loved to study maps too. She spoke of adventures but Charles knew she would dread to travel. She preferred to see the world off the pages of her books. And he knew she still missed her brother.

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.