Betty Glitchtale Novels & Stories

" Hello everyone! May I have your attention!" The chatter dies down as the crowd look at the elder. Anticipating. " Everyone! Today we found another reason to add on to our days celebration!" " Our Queen Scarlett Lockwood along with her team has successfully resolved the ever ending dispute over the northern province!" " And I with great honour would like to reward her with the entitlement of...the Golden medal for the best and the first Beta female in history!" Scar looked shocked. The title was the most prestigious award ever given to a Beta.

" Colleen said, and Betty smiled at her as well. "You are the lady of the other mansion, so it was only natural to address you as such," Betty insisted. "No, Colleen is fine," S insisted, so Betty had no choice but to do as she said. Claire was just watching them happily. Betty is the head maid, but she is also a really good cook. You can ask her to teach you when I am not available. " Claire told her. "Really? I like that," she exclaimed. "I am going to teach you everything I know," Betty replied happily. It was the first time that she had encountered such an employer. She came from Claire's mansion, and she had no complaints about how good they were to her. But she feels that Colleen is a

While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place filled with the smell of sin and betrayal, our dear angelica’pussy filled with cam of her partner and her lovley juice still dipping down wetting the sheet in theprosses, moening like there is no tomorrow, like what happen earlier in the morning was none of her business, her eyes watery and full of suduction looking upward licking and sucking some dick pleasing the man in frond of her with all her power, that man who is obviously in the atmost best of pleasure is the boss of our protagonist who basicly ended his life, his name is maxuel reaper, a frightening name of a seemlingly down to earth guy , with his glusess and

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

I refuse to break, I refused to cry and I didn't allow it to affect my work. Betty came back with her apron on and with a proud look on her face, she had won and successfully driven Tony from me and she was the boss's slut and she can do whatever she want. I ignored her gloating and tried my possible best to make her feel that it doesn't affect me.

"That 'slimey thingy' saved you sir." "I meant no disrespect, doc," he answered back. He was holding some bursts. "You are very good at your job." "You are wrong," Betty argued. "I am a genius. See?" Betty gestured something. Though he understood very well what she meant of it, still she elaborated. "I have taken good care of so many patients and that's without the lab and the tech. I am superb. Maybe, I made a great name if there's no civilization for competition outside here."

Alex paused, then chuckled, "Don't get me wrong. I simply can't stand seeing you like this. This is a charity gala. Helping an ex out with some living money is just humane. Don't worry. I've got zero other intentions toward you." Betty stepped out from behind him and linked arms with him, trying to pull him away. "Let's just ignore her. She is in that trade. Who knows what germs she's carrying? We can't risk catching anything. Besides, she graduated from a top college. Even at her lowest, she could wait tables and eat. But no, she chases guys. It's all because she's lazy and won't hustle." "Watch your mouth!" I cut her off. "Slander is a crime, you know."

Most of these people only know me as the man who shows up briefly, says nothing, and leaves just as quickly, uninterested in conversations that serve no purpose. Betty, however, exists in a completely different version of this world. She knows everyone. She speaks easily, laughs freely, remembers names, and builds connections in ways that have always seemed unnecessary to me. She plans playdates, talks to teachers, and volunteers. Even when Grace was in first grade, she signed up to be the room parent. I remember thinking who the hell does that? The music shifts, slowing, and I know exactly what comes next. Grace steps onto my feet, her small shoes settling carefully over mine, her hands adj

"I didn't see you sneak in." No response. Just those solemn blue-gray eyes. She tried again. "Mind if I join you?" Still nothing. But she didn't look away. Amelia lowered herself into the chair with deliberate slowness, setting her plate between them like a peace offering. She broke a corner of toast and placed it near the edge of the girl's reach. A gesture. An invite. "I brought my secret weapon," she said quietly. "Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare."