Betsy Braddock Novels & Stories

As opposed to her expected experience, everything was going well. Way too good if you'd ask her. It only brought even more reservations on her end as she was waiting for something, anything to go wrong so that she could prove she was right. That it was all a sham to exploit and mock her. The doors flew open once again, welcoming the presence of Mrs. Adams and a blonde woman. Before anyone could speak or introduce her, the woman was five steps ahead. " Hi, I'm Betsy, your designer for the day! You must be Emma." The woman said to no one in particular, causing a fit of giggles from the others.

Broderick saw a strange woman standing before her, the woman looked fearless and had a different skin color implying that she was a foreigner. "Who are you?" Broderick asked. "I'm Dr. Charlotte, I have just moved in to this neighborhood, is there a way I can help you, sir?" The woman asked politely. "Did you have an idea who was living here before?" Broderick asked and the woman shook her head in response. Judging from the woman's look, Broderick assumed the woman was innocent. He turned from her and sighed in frustration. He promised himself not to rest until he finds Amy's dead body. He, at the very least have to give Amy a proper burial.

" Hello everyone! May I have your attention!" The chatter dies down as the crowd look at the elder. Anticipating. " Everyone! Today we found another reason to add on to our days celebration!" " Our Queen Scarlett Lockwood along with her team has successfully resolved the ever ending dispute over the northern province!" " And I with great honour would like to reward her with the entitlement of...the Golden medal for the best and the first Beta female in history!" Scar looked shocked. The title was the most prestigious award ever given to a Beta.

And then I’m going to be the bad guy, the one who has to break her heart, when we leave. At one point, Enzo grunts, muttering something about ‘annoying little brats,’ but Rafael clears his throat, and Enzo’s mouth slams shut. We pull up to the apartment complex. The sidewalk is littered with our torn clothes, my small supply of make-up crushed into the dirt. Betsy’s toys lie shattered on the pavement, as if the landlord decided to break them just for kicks. Her beloved stuffed dog, the one she’s had since she was a baby, lies torn apart, its stuffing scattered across the little patch of grass like snow. Her school books have been torn apart, the papers fluttering in the wind.

I was blinking like a fool, listening to his reasons. After talking to Beta Andrew, I realized something that I was unable to understand before. And Brad's behavior with his mate forced me to look at the real picture. Beta Andrew was not my punishment. But Brad would have been. Who would have known that the kind and caring Brad in front of the whole world, was actually a bully and a psychopath behind the closed doors.

The room was filled with the sound of their laughter, mingling with the sweet promise of a future together. ***************** Isabella placed the last cupcake on the table after the bake had filled the room with delicious fragrance. Zyne’s strong reaction to her baked goods made it so that mess in the kitchen was okay. She wanted to give her son a perfect birthday because today was his eighth birthday. Vincent, ruler of the Mafia, had told her that she could have a day of peace from the usual shadows. Her son spent his birthday at the beach house without a gunman because she wanted him to have normal birthday and he can enjoy it.

CORTANA (a.k.a. Christina) POV After I’m fully dressed and most of the bandages are covered by clothing, I turn to Beatrice. I have been so very grateful for her being here. She is one of the kindest women I’ve ever met. Talented too with her first aid care and her ability to cook delicious food over a campfire. But it’s time to cut ties, for now.

How long have those winged freaks been back in the area? I then lean forward onto my desk, resting on my forearms and putting my head down. I’m not physically tired; today wasn’t any more physically taxing than any other day, but I’m mentally tired. Between wrapping my head around the idea of vampires returning, to meeting with Scarlett’s parents, to preparing for the meeting with Leader Bruno, to beginning early strategy with the other ranked members and Dax, to holding down the fort while Scarlett was on her “don’t call it a date” with Alpha Raul, my brain has been working harder than usual. I think about my relationship with Scarlett and how a lot of male Betas would be resentful serving

“This is Betsy. She’s from New Mexico. Known her for years.” “Hi,” Betsy said as she wrapped one arm around Jesse’s shoulders. “Betsy, the big bear with the mid-western accent is Goldman. He’s a deputy. The stud for the evening is Dalton. He’s a deputy, too. The ladies…” Jesse trailed off. “I’m Bambi,” she said and gave Nick a kiss on the nose. “I’m Candy,” she said as she slid her hand up Nick’s arm. “And I’m Mandy,” she said in a sexy voice as she gave Nick’s shoulders a good squeeze.

When they reached the top, the elevator doors opened, and a woman with dishevelled hair lunged at them. She had sharp nails and aimed straight at Bianca. Instinctively, Frost stepped in, and the woman let out a scream, falling backward, her eyes wide and mouth gaping, like a black hole, seemingly bottomless. It was Betty! Frost and Bianca were startled and quickly went to check on her. Unexpectedly, Betty bent her body backward, and her head hit her buttocks, then she let out an unusually long breath and died. Betty's death was so horrific and bizarre that even the experienced Frost was stunned.