Betty B's Novels & Stories

He muttered after seeing the bold face waiting to be let in. It was Betty Lawson. His childhood friend. Betty Lawson, a young and strikingly beautiful twenty five years old lady. She is the daughter of one the most Influential business men in America, Albert Lawson. Betty is an actress and International Model. She is a famous celebrity in the country which a derogatory label, “beauty of the media.” She has been in love with Knox Martins since she knew what love meant. She was there at his home to make plans for his 26th Birthday and give feedback to Mrs Elaina Martins according to plans.

Betty said with a smile on her face, making Bella glare at her. "I have already told you countless times, bitch, stay away from me and my business," Bella snapped. Or what, cowbell? "You want to beat me? "I'll beat you into rainbow colors, not like your lab dog is here," Betty spat, even though I was giving her a sign to stop talking.

I hoped it would never come to that, but at this rate, I might just quit. I'm still brooding over it when I see Betty walking towards my table. Did she lose her sense of direction or something? She's wearing a short black skirt, a sleeveless blue blouse, black boots, and a white bag strapped over her shoulder. Her blonde hair is styled to fall down her back and she looks breathtaking. Betty always looks breathtaking, but you rarely see people admitting, it because of her mean nature.

" Lola ended her speech and hung up. Betty naturally reached out to grab the film, and just as she grabbed a piece of the film, she suddenly thought of something. She quickly lowered her head to look at her waist under her T—shirt, was she really fat now? She hesitated for a moment, but still put the food back. No matter what, she had to appear beautiful tomorrow. Bryson shouldn't be going back to her house tonight, right? Betty wished the most, because when this man was at home, she would always be on tenterhooks. Betty looked at the time. It was almost 9, hah, he would definitely not come. However, she hadn't been able to gloat for more than a few seconds before she heard a "Ding Dong" sou

“That is your husband? Forget everything I just said! Forgive him, worship him! Jesus, Mary, and all the saints! How do you get anything done with a man like that? He looks like… like a Greek god, you know? Adonis, but better!” I stifled a laugh, trying to keep my amusement in check as I waved Cole over. “Calm down, Betty. I know he’s easy on the eyes, but honestly…” When Cole was close enough to hear us, Betty straightened, looking him up and down with an exaggerated expression of awe. She extended her hand, her face lighting up with a smitten smile. “Bonjour, monsieur. I am Betty, caretaker of your…” She paused, searching for the words, fumbling slightly. “mia amore?”

I turn my eyes away from her unnaturally. “ Of course. She is Cody, the future Alpha’s slave.” Betty smiles, “ What else do you know about her?” I stare at Betsy coldly. “ I am here to investigate the case on behalf of the Alpha rather than answering your questions.” Betty nods with disdain. “ Fine, sir.” “ Have you seen anything weird among the flowers or the candles?” I get close to Betty and ask. Betty pulls her head backward and tries to keep a distance from me. “ Mind your behaviors, sir. After all, I belong to Bruce, the future Beta.”

Mia “Hey, wifey!” Bruno called the moment he spotted me stepping into the bar. I dragged myself toward him, drained. If I could get my pay today, maybe I’d be able to make half the rent and secure my apartment. “You look like you just crawled out of the grave. Everything okay?” Bruno asked, pulling me into a hug when I pouted. “I’m exhausted,” I whined. He handed me a glass the second he let go. “Here, this should give you a boost.”

He's always with one of us during our free time, and 9 out of 10, the three of us are together, which gives him the comfort and security of his three favorite people. It's rare for the three of us not to be together. Nikolai's father always said we're attached at the hip, which makes me wonder how Mr. Muscles ended up out here earlier without us. I look to my right and find Mr. Muscles in quite a predicament—the same one I always find him in at these events. Weston is what every Beta calls the dream catch. He's the biggest Delta one in our territory. He's not only the tallest, but even the man's muscles have muscles.

Betty interrupted Harry's story by saying, "At which point your story switches to hetero sex, so it's technically the end of your first-time-bi tale." "And the beginning of yours," he agreed. He turned to Bob and Jill, and went on, "Back in our college days, Elisabeth Shoemaker went by Beth. Today, she goes by Betty." "You're the poker player?" Jill said. "I didn't see that coming. Great story!" "Congratulations on staying together all this time!" Bob said. "That's awesome!"