Betsy Braddock Novels & Stories

says Pam who has finally decided to join in on the conversation again. Ashley ignores her remark and turns to me, lifting her chin mutinously. “One time, he introduced me to his ‘mum’, I acted cold and nonchalant. I even raised an eyebrow at her the entire meeting.” “Well you’re naturally an evil-tempered person so I’m sure that was too easy for you,” I say. “That’s not the point, Betsy. The point here is that you should never act inferior towards them!” she says with an air of vindication.

I didn't know what was going on. I turned again, nodded and went to make the pancakes. " No, she has pain in her hand. Ms Mehra, please go to your room and rest. " Mohit said in a higher tone. Ms Mehra?? Oh, so we are strangers now?? He was confusing me. Was he bipolar?? " Wait !! Let me at least taste her...cooking." Robin said and Mohit looked angry even before Robin could complete his sentence. " Why?? She doesn't cook for you?? "

Bloody footprints and tracks decorated the path behind her. Another contraction pulled her away from the door, stealing her breath and causing her to drop against the cold steel table. She couldn’t feel her arms anymore. “Come on, Cara! You got this!” Agent Carter encouraged her, motivating her to pull through. Her shaky hands reached for the lock, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed with everything she had. The lock clicked open and Agent Carter barged through, catching Cara as she slumped to the ground. He hooked his arms under her legs, the pain searing through his body was overwhelmed by the pure adrenaline to get this woman and her baby to safety.

Then she was giving me more pain, as she wiggles the thing when she tries to get the bullet out. "Fucking hell Becca!" I growled at her. "Pfft...don't be such a baby. You've dealt with worse than this. You'll live." She said casually as she retrieved the bullet with a hell yeah. "Damn it, Becca you're enjoying this too much aren't you?" I was taking a deep breath, trying to manage the pain. Becca was closing up my wound. She's a good young doctor, who got into trouble because of her drug abuse. And that was when Max scooped her from the hospital where he works, to be his attending at the clinic.

she grumbled. Vanessa exchanged glances with me and we burst into laughter while Brooke grumbled some more. "Sorry Brooke. It's not my fault they look nice," I said between laughs. "Well, Brooke isn't completely wrong," Vanny put in. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Let me explain," Brooke said. "Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the security guy, the gardener and the cleaner but they both look good though the gateman looks like he could have a family. Your cook, what did you say her name is again? Your cook is very lovely. In fact, she's beautiful and also looks like a married woman. If her husband is as fine as she is, then her children must be drop dead gorgeous."

Winifred Zea saw the woman standing behind Brado Waters at close range. That assassin raised the dagger in her hand and heavily thrust it into Brado’s neck. A large mouthful of blood was spurted from Brado’s mouth, and he went limp as he rolled to the ground, eyes widened. Through the blurred glass, Winifred watched Brado and others die in front of her to protect her. Instantaneously, tears started to flow from Winifred’s eyes uncontrollably.

"This doesn't feel bad." The moment I arrived at my humble home, I placed her on the soft couch and prepared the bed as she still lays unconscious. "I can't believe I'm doing this for a mere side chick of an abuser," I mumbled to myself. I hate this woman. I really do. I can still remember the look on Charlotte's face the very moment she heard word that Jake has a lover.I went back to the couch where she still lies. I sighed as I looked at the sight.

she added, shaking her head. Her friends stopped crying and glared together. "Look, fvcker. We're just showing you what you'll experience if you die, bitch!" her friend, Sophia, exclaimed. I just shook my head and got up to go to her. I helped her get out of the coffin she was lying in earlier. "This is a bridal party; it's even crazy." she shook her head and fixed her clothes. I couldn't help but smile at the nastiness of them all. "Hey! If I hadn't hacked the bomb attached to you at the last second, you would be like this now!" her friend Noella shouted at her.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Houston was merely a victim assigned to the project. Bella's voice pulled me from my trance; I hadn’t realized I had drifted off. Noah was being restrained by an officer who looked like he had spent years in service. If looks could kill, Noah's murderous glare would have burned through Juliet, who wouldn’t stop running her mouth or feeling guilt for what she had done. She stood her ground, insisting that Mr. Houston should witness the death of his children, which was her aim. She was close to achieving that, wanting to see him in a state of devastation.