Betty Archies Novels & Stories

“Come on,we don't want to keep them waiting.” I pressed the doorbell and waited for a while before Benny opened, a huge grin covering her face as she bent low. “Hi pretty girl, what's your name?” She asked as Ariel looked at me. “Go on, she's mummy's friend.” I said, smiling at her. “Ariel Jackson.” She said as I heard granny scream an “Ohhh.” We walked in and immediately Lucas mom picked Ariel up, kissing her cheeks. “She's so pretty, so so much.” Granny said, taking Ariel from Lucas mom.

He was laughing at me and I could only narrow my head in embarrassment. Beta Andrew took his clothes off. I kept my eyes narrowed, so I wouldn't see him. Though, the temptations had started to rise. Beta Andrew shifted into his wolf. I had been afraid of his wolf since I was eight. And I forgot about that fact. Tightening my fists, I took a few steps away from him. When I was eight, his wolf killed his own mate and children in cold blood one night. Ever since, beta had been alone. Well, until he got me. The archery kit was in front of me.

Archie rolled his eyes. Betty was Nate’s second cousin, so in her eyes she was invincible, although she didn’t have any formal title. She would spend her days torturing the students who came from Omega parents or those who were yet to access their Wolf. I often wondered how she and Nate came from the same families, but were so different. Sure Nate could be a royal pain, but he was also kind and compassionate. Yes, he had a dark side but only those who threatened to harm his pack were at the receiving end of his dangerous ways…

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

Arch is not only Romeo’s beta, he is also Romeo’s best friend. Arch’s face paled considerably, his eyes widening in fear. “Al… Alp… Alpha…” Arch stuttered, his eyes darting wildly from Chucky to Annabelle, pleading for mercy. Chucky growled threateningly once more, huffing as he removed himself from Arch. “So… Sor… Sorry, Alpha. It will not happen again.” Arch stuttered as he pulled himself up. Annabelle stared at Arch and Chucky in disbelief, not understanding what had happened.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

Until Jason discretely nudged me which caused me to hum when they were all looking at. "Yes?" "We were just asking for your name," the women said smiling kindly at me. "Oh of course. My names Olivia. Olivia Steel, Daughter to Alpha Dominic and Luna Aubrey. And also this ones sister," I said gesturing to Jason. My mother would probably slap me silly right about now. She was the perfect picture of class. She was everything I wanted to be in a women. Strong, fierce, beautiful. I didn't know how it was possible,but I was more like my Uncle Mickey than my parents.

"Mommy, I'm still super tired, and my tummy's rumbling." "I'll get someone to bring you food right now." Her mother watched Betty with emotion. "Rest up, sweetheart." Betty was such a good kid. She settled back down but added, "I want to be all better when I meet the lady." After hearing that, her mother glanced up at her husband again. He stepped out of the room and turned to his assistant. "I need you to track someone down. From what Betty described, she's young and definitely practices the arcane. I don't care who she is—she just became our family's biggest hero."

Betty, who always acted so weak she couldn't even twist open a bottle cap, was now swirling a glass of red wine, looking down on me. "Well, look who it is. Our little charity case of a mafia princess." "Does it hurt, sister?" She ground the tip of her high heel into my ankle, her laughter echoing. "You really think brother is coming to save you? Dream on. He's busy picking out a dress for my book launch right now." "You're insane! What do you want?!" I struggled against my bonds. "What do I want?" Betty took a sip of wine. "I want to get rid of you, you useless obstruction."

I forced my eyes back to Jason just as he said, "I'm serious about this, Tara. About you." “Jason.” I whispered and his eyes widened eagerly. I opened my mouth to respond, though I had no idea what I was going to say, when a voice with a thick Southern accent called out. "Well, are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Jason Finch sitting right there in the flesh?" I looked up to see Betty sashaying toward our booth, her loud blonde curls were pinned and swept down towards one side of her face. She was wearing a tight checkered shirt that she tied just underneath her bust, displaying a tanned flat stomach. And she wore a short skirt that hugged her frame and displayed her long curvy legs.