Betsy Braddock Novels & Stories

“Let me guess, if I resist, he threatens to fire you.” “Something like that.” “Fine, but because I don’t want you to lose your job.” Forty-five minutes later, we arrived at the Bazz. “You can go home. I’ll be fine,” I said as Homer helped me out of the car. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Winston.” “Mrs. Winston is Lake’s mother. Thanks, Homer.” “She dropped the Winston a long time ago. She’s Miss Braddson now.” I smiled before I got in the staff door. “Bye, Homer.”

I added, hoping that would sway her. But instead her eyes fell on the Beta, tears beginning to build. And he suddenly enveloped her in an embrace. Angry eyes were upon me from all directions as I began to realize my plan was failing miserably. I was about to speak again, try desperately to win Bailey over, when I saw her whispering to the Beta. And then I saw a smile spread upon his face as he looked at her adoringly as she offered him her neck. Before I could move, his canines had elongated and his teeth sunk into her neck… he had marked her!

I ducked behind a large potted plant as a shadowy figure emerged. It was Betsy—the chef. She wasn’t just carrying food. She held a thick rope in one hand… and a knife in the other. “You little bitch,” she muttered under her breath. “Daring to make me, a professional chef, cook dog food for you? I’ll show you what a real bitch looks like chained and begging.” “I don’t get why the madam’s being so soft. Richard’s a freak; he’d have way more fun with a whip and blade anyway. That’s what Mia deserves.”

“Alpha Piercy.” An older woman set a plate of chicken parm in front of us. “Nice to see you again, Luna Brett. You look great.” “Thanks, Betty! How are you?” Brett didn’t hesitate to grab her fork and take a bite. She was honestly pretty happy at this moment. “Doing great, child.” She smiled and walked away. “Beta Henry.” A bigger guy walked up to the table. Henry looked back and pulled out the chair next to him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Who bullied you?" Betty bit her lip and set the tray down, deliberately revealing a prominent bruise on her wrist as large tears rolled down her cheeks. Her acting was good enough to win an Oscar. Farrow grabbed Betty's hand, his voice suddenly tense. "How did this happen? Who did this?" Betty flinched, her voice pitiful. "It's nothing... brother. I was just careless." "Tell me the truth!" Betty sobbed, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz. "It... it was sister Grace."

Calling Elvis went against the very boundary I'd created. This is different. It is about Maya. The bedroom door opened. “Hey, you. How are you?” I turned. Betty walked in and dropped herself into the chair near my desk. “You don't knock anymore?” “I knocked.” “You absolutely did not.” “I knocked in my heart.” I shook my head. She stretched her legs. “I think I need to get myself a man.” That got my attention.“You?” “Yes, me.” She placed a hand dramatically against her chest.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance before looking away. "Ms. Katherine, I had provided my credentials, passed the interview and got the job with my own merits and that's why I'm working here. If you have any other questions, you can gladly shut your mouth." I was shocked at Brae's response. This was the first time in all these days that I saw her talk back. She paused and took a step towards Kate .

She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story. Westley was a good writer, an inspiration to all the women out there. Even men could relate to the story of Sindy Kate. When I watched her interview, it was too late that it wasn’t actually a secret of her writing a story about her other character. Now, I couldn’t do anything other than reading and dwelling my life in sorrow. She met Arella weeks ago. I knew it because I wanted to know how was she doing, but she seemed okay and even faced her monsters of a step-mom and step-sister with courage.

Jake asked, "I don't know, and I don't want to know anything, I haven't forgotten the gunshot trauma, please I will never testify In the court of law against anyone" Betty said, "Okay, come with me, I have a gift for you downstairs" Jake said, "I don't need any gift from you" Betty said, "Well, I get you a classic Prado Jeep, this Is the key, and this Is the keys of this house" Jake said, "I don't need anything from you, keep all those things for yourself" Betty said, and she refused to follow him,

She smiled at me. “What’s your name?” Zoey asked. “My name is Vicky. My chosen is Beta Brandon of the Red River Pack.” I looked back, and I could still see Maddox - he was trying to lick his arm while curses and vile words were spewing out of his mouth. “My name is Catherine, and this is Zoey.” This time, I let a real smile curl on my lips as I looked at the two females with me. “We will all become Beta Females soon.”