Betty Archies Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

said Alex. “You’re crazy!” Betty roared. Deep down inside, however, she was feeling a little anxious. Alex seemed too calm, and with such extraordinary powers, he was definitely not an ordinary character, Betty thought to herself. Yet, he was so young. What did he do to deserve this? She quickly calmed herself down and went to put on her clothes in the changing room. Hailey Lawson looked mortified as she realized the storm that was coming. It wasn’t something Waylon Realty nor her tiny beauty salon could weather.

“That’s fine, and I’m sorry. But I think you were very brave for taking responsibility.” “Thank you,” she said, rising back to her feet. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was the reason behind why she was so guarded. I could dig deeper and find out, but out of respect for her privacy, I wouldn’t. Maybe one day she’d trust me enough to tell me herself. “What is next on my schedule?” “You have an appointment with Sir John in three hours, and after that, you have another with someone who calls herself The Baroness?” The Baroness, aka, Beatrice was a business associate of mine. Since the Callister’s fortune had been invested in numerous clean businesses, I’d been dealing with a lot more bu

Clara added softly, her eyes filling with tears. The physical distance between them felt smaller than it ever had in ten years. The blueprints, the library, and their professional rivalries felt miles away, insignificant compared to the truth. In the dim light of the cold loft, they weren't celebrated architects anymore. They were just two people realizing that the walls they had built to protect themselves were the very things that had kept them in the dark for a decade.

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?"