Betty Crocker Homestuck Romane & Geschichten

She brought a tray of three kinds of plates and a glass of milk which made Lexie's stomach growl loudly. "Hello, I'm Betty Crook, I'm a mid and nutritionist specially assigned to prepare healthy meals for you." “Oh hi, I'm Lexie Harlow. Nice to meet you, Ms. Crook." "Call me Betty. Don't hesitate to ask me anything," she said as she placed the tray on the nightstand beside Lexie's bed. "Thanks very much." Lexie was happy to find there was one woman in the house who treated her kindly and treated her like she was a girl. A real girl, not a thing.

When mother came, was it Bryson who opened the door? Then, did mother misunderstand something? Did she mistake her for sleeping with Bryson? God! No! She was still pure! Betty washed her face with cold water and tied up her long hair. As she brushed her teeth, she felt very bad. When Betty returned to the hall again, looking at Bryson eating the fried dough sticks, she almost burst out laughing. This man was so picky when eating food, when did he ever get so ordinary? "Mom, why didn't you call me when you came?" Betty picked up the bottle of yogurt her mother brought her, opened the tube, and started drinking.

It’s my other way of saying thank you, and perhaps to also show off my cooking skills. I ask Betty to buy us some groceries since I can’t roam around. An hour passes, but Betty hasn’t returned yet. And I begin to worry. I call Betty’s phone multiple times, but there’s no answer. Betty never takes this long, and she always answers her phone. What if something has happened? Another hour passes, when Betty finally calls me back. "Hello, Betty. Where are you?" There’s a pause, filled with heavy breathing. -["I'm at the lobby. I already have the groceries. But there's an emergency back home. Can you pick up the groceries here? I have to get home quickly."]-

“I’m Betty ma’am. You’re even more beautiful in person than on paper.” Kara blushed and replied. “Why; thank you! You’re sweet.” She turned to gaze at her sister who was frowning and looking displeased. She understood that Hayley was not on good terms with the human. “Ok… so I’ll leave you two now.” Then she turned to Betty and smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Betty.” “Same here, ma’am.” Betty smiled. Then after the mayor had left the living room, she gazed around the huge house in admiration and continued, ignoring Hayley’s displeased gestures.

"Oh! You have this why do you live with your cousin?" "I just like to be where he is." Cathy is filling her eyes, the place is magnificence like Gregory, a girl runs to Craig and kisses him, Cathy feels her eyes "Betty! Stop it." Craig pulls her from himself. Betty is the granddaughter of his nanny, her mom passed away during her childbirth so she lives with them, Betty loves Craig but Craig doesn't see her as more than a friend and sister Betty, she loved him, but one drunken night, she ended up in Craig's bed, he hated himself for touching her but she told him not to worry about it, that they should forget about it.

Cackling, Betty approached Zoe, lifting her bulky dress while walking. "I'll never get bullied by Alyssa. I just can't be bothered," Zoe replied with a squint as she furiously took a drag. Betty was already tired of Zoe's self-aggrandizing manner and didn't bother to counter. Instead, she got a cigarette from Zoe and started smoking. Zoe seethed with greed, "No matter what game that bitch is playing, Jasper is mine and mine only. I will be the one and only Mrs. Beckett!"

The Sequel for The Bet is out now, it is called Riptide❤️‼️ As requested it's Brittany's story after Andre❤️‼️ Chapters are already posted❤️‼️ Hope you guys enjoy it❤️‼️ Riptide *Sneak Peak* "It's you" She announced softly "So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly. "You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

She was still holding onto him when the hideous growl of shifting stone reverberated around the church, covering them both in dust. *** Beatrice scanned the list of instructions given to her by the head chef at The Sanctuary. After days of committing it to memory, she had written out the recipe for Lobster Stew to make sure that nothing was forgotten for the big night. Perched on the kitchen counter, Emily flicked through Aunt Maud’s Chinwag Magazine, considering the possibility that she may have to go home sometime soon. She felt a hand gently touching her shoulder and looked up to see Beatrice standing before her.

She ran up to hug him, “Thank you, brother. But these pancakes are still mine.” “You won't let me have any?" Marcelo laughed. “No." “Not even a bite?” She didn't respond, because she was already dragging me to her room. I took a glance at Marcelo, and for a split second, I could swear he was staring at me with a smile on his face. *.*.*.*.*.*.*. Betty was used to the mundane routine: her chains got extended so she could reach for the bland plate of custard. Sometimes, cold toast. She gets the chains on her ankles freed so she can stretch her muscles for a few minutes, and she's returned to being pinned on the wall.

At the landing, his eyes caught a familiar figure lounging across the upstairs couch. Betty, in her silk robe, sat curled like a smug cat, scrolling leisurely through her phone. The soft blue light from the screen reflected off her bored, unbothered face. “Betty!” Adrian snapped. She didn’t look up. He called again—sharper this time—“Betty!” Her brows lifted slowly as she peeled her eyes off the screen, feigning confusion. “What?” “Where is Crystal?” Betty rolled her eyes and leaned back, tossing her phone lazily to the side. “Why would you even ask me that?” she responded dryly, crossing one leg over the other. “She’s not my responsibility.”