Betty Archies Novels & Stories

Archie coldly responded. "How can you go back on your word after eating my cake? You're truly heartless!" Grandma lay in her bed, relying on the medication in Black Furies. I couldn't bear to lose her. I opened my mouth to beg, "Archie, please, help me just one last time. I promise you, my grandma needs..." But before I could finish my sentence, Archie cut me off. "Save it. I no longer wish to waste my time on you. Get out!" With those words, he turned and ascended the stairs without another glance.

Forever. Betty tried again. She leaned in, tracing a line down his chest with a perfectly manicured finger. “Or,” she whispered, “how about I help you forget?” From across the room, Georgina—Betty's best friend and the only woman in the room not obsessed with Pierce—watched the whole scene unfold with disbelief. She never understood what Betty saw in the man. Sure, he was rich and devastatingly handsome, but Georgina could see the wreckage behind his charm.

I mutter under my breath, my discomfort palpable. With a shake of his head, Archie strides over to the liquor cabinet, his movements purposeful yet tinged with concern. Pouring a generous measure of whiskey, he places the glass in my hand, a silent offering of solace amidst the chaos. "Penny is one sweet girl," he begins, his voice tinged with a mix of admonishment and empathy, "She acts tough, but she's very fragile. And you're both acting like a bunch of animals."

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.

Tomorrow I’ll go to his office and find out what’s really going on. The lobby smelled faintly of fresh lilies, a delivery from one of the agency’s sponsors, and Aurelia leaned casually against the polished counter, trading small talk with Betty. The older woman had on a fitted leopard-print blouse and a chunky gold necklace that jingled every time she moved. Her lipstick was fire-engine red, matching her nails perfectly. “Can you believe it?” Betty said, lowering her voice with theatrical flair. “It’s already ten o’clock and Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsom hasn’t stepped foot in here. He even phoned earlier—said he wasn’t coming to work.”

I sat there and closed my eyes. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to see Beverly again. I never even expected her to appear in my office looking so beautiful and just different. When I found out and she's taking a project for Hastington.. I was happy that at last she got work as an architect but somehow.. I can't express it.

~Marcie~ I walked out of the exam room with Sarah beside me. Her vibrant aura radiated from every inch of her figure; she exuded warmth and confidence. Her bright smile and bright eyes seemed to light up the entire hallway, and even though the exam we had wasn't all that, Sarah just had a way to make things feel good and hopeful.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. "Can you tell me the way to the office? It's my first day , so..." She trailed off looking at Avery, a hopeful smile on her face. "And you're asking your seniors for help ? Risky, isn't it ? I may just be the biggest bully here." Ace grinned at her. I swear this guy could never stop grinning.

He took one look and knew that Ethan was a spoiled mama's boy, and this mother was the real boss! Master Pot looked puzzled as he walked over with his hand extended. Betty, who had spent millions on her beauty treatments every year, had garnered countless compliments about her youthfulness. She politely extended her hand, lightly touching the hand offered by Master Pot. The smile on Master Pot's face diminished slightly but still lingered a little as if he were prepared to retreat at any moment. He was worried that she wouldn't keep her promise to chat for just three minutes! Betty had a mysterious ability. Despite her height of fewer than 160 centimetres, she could overlook everyone. Even h

Her being here too long will draw attention to us that we don't want or need right now. I rinse out Daisys mug and place it on the draining board, I clean up the dish I used for my supper and then I settle into the armchair Daisy just vacated and slide it around so I am facing the cot. I watch her, this mysterious girl that I am connected to in some way, running through different scenarios in my mind as to why she would be here. I am more convinced than ever that Beta Ace is lying to Jack, I just can't fathom out why. Her wolf seems to be having trouble healing her and that just adds more questions. Goddess I hope she wakes up soon. I love a good mystery, but mostly I love solving one and I