Novel & Cerita Betty Archies

She could never forget and forgive. Her mood soured and that’s why she decided to spend some more money of the Billionaire who was her winner and never failed to remind her so. She bought matching shoes from Louboutin. But that did not satisfy her. She so wanted to hurt someone or something. However Bella calmed her down and they headed for their homes.

Maybe she could ask Betty a few questions once they were alone. As they climbed the stairs, Aria couldn't help but admire the elegance of everything around her. This was a mansion, but there was something strange about it too. Something she couldn't quite place. Betty opened a door. "This is where my job ends." Aria's breath caught. The room was exceptionally beautiful, with the aesthetics of a five-star hotel. Everything was spotless and organized, just the way she liked. The luxury was beyond anything she could ever afford or had ever experienced.

[KHALI] Have you ever felt betrayed by someone you loved the most? It felt like thousands of needles striking simultaneously to your heart, you couldn't breathe, and all you wanted to do was to end your life because how could you be so stupid? ~Flashback~ I was on my way to visit my girlfriend in her condo. It was our second anniversary, and I was planning a surprise for her. Carmine and I first met in college. She was known as the ice queen because no one had ever been able to ask her out. She declined all of them. That time, I had a crush on her. She's so pretty, smart, flawless, an alpha female. You know that someone who is so intimidating, looking so powerful – that someone who always wa

Even if the poison remained. Even if recovery took time. They would figure something out. They had to. Not far away, Beta Armin and Gamma Ryan were talking casually. Laughing. Catching up like they had not been trapped inside a war for months. The normalcy of it felt unreal. Azerbel’s hands slowly curled into fists. Her patience finally snapped. “What is it?” she demanded sharply. “Tell me!” Still silence. Still no answer. And now her chest hurt so badly she could barely breathe properly.

Angelina placed a kiss on Jake’s lips before taking her position beside me. “Never been to a fight before?” Jake asked, and I shook my head. “Nope.” “You don’t have to worry; Wraith would win.” “You sound so sure.” I muttered. Sometimes having that much confidence did more harm than good. “Well, let’s place a bet then—five thousand if he wins,” Jake said, his eyes bright with excitement. Angelina gave him a small shove, as if reminding him that I wasn’t exactly as filthy rich as they were. “I have an even better offer,” Angelina began. “If he wins, you’ll have to let me give you a makeover. I think there’s a lot of potential in that hair you always keep in a bun. But if he doesn’t, then I’ll

Because he had consumed such a large amount of lamb, his human metabolism would have caused him to become as obese as a weaned pig. There'd also been a woman. There was a woman from the beginning of time. She'd been stunning. He recalled her long blonde hair that was wavy from the salt sea, light streaks that had been bleached white by the sun, and her tanned complexion. He also recalled her long legs and her giggle and how she had utterly enthralled him. It wasn't because he was Grayson Redwood worth a billion dollars that she was interested in him. Grayson Redwood, Kyle's Beta. He was just Graham Phillips, a random beachgoer that she met while she was on vacation.

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"

At the end of lunch, Archie insisted on paying. “No, it’s okay. I can—” Anna kicked my leg. “Ow!” I winced. “Let the damn man pay, girl,” she hissed. I sighed and nodded. As we were leaving, Chris pulled up to get Anna and me. “Umm…” Archie hesitated. “I was wondering if you girls would like to come to my birthday party on Friday? In Boston?” I frowned. We just met today. Damn. “You can call me if you want to come,” he said, handing me a card.