Novel & Cerita Betty Glitchtale

In the blur of the chat, one username flashed: LucasGambino. "Betty, have you lost your mind?! That's my SISTER! LET HER GO!" But his message vanished, swallowed instantly by the scrolling chaos. Betty never saw it, her eyes glued to the like counter. When it finally ticked past one million, the stream went insane. Betty's smile was a slash of victory. She grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. "This is what happens when you touch what's mine. After your big debut, enjoy your new life in the gutter."

She said while throwing daggers at her. “Do I make myself clear”. “Yes ma’am “. The assistant nodded her head and said. Betty, who was the assistant's name, gritted her teeth in pain but quickly endured it , because she has a sick mother to fend for. The truth was that Betty was also behind the scenes for Stella since they have similar body and stature, but nobody knew except Stella and Betty. The noise from the receptionist table was loud, so it quickly caught the interest of the workers. They quickly recognize Stella since she was very popular.

She grabbed her wet backpack and tried to run for the door, but when she got to the end of the aisle, a long leg stuck out, stopping her. She tripped and almost fell flat on the floor. She looked up, her blue eyes wide and asking for help behind her glasses. It was Dave Miller. He sat there with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his tall 6'0 frame taking up more space than it should. He was good-looking in a dark, serious way that made most girls fall for him, but to Betty, he was a nightmare. Next to him was Ruby, her short black hair neat and tidy, looking completely bored. These were her family"—the Betas who took her in but did not really notice her.

This was already strike two against me as far as everyone else was concerned. With my gaze straightforward and averted from all of my superiors, I heard Master Wade groan under his breath. He was bored. “And what is it that she did that was so out of uniform, Betty? “ Master Wade asked. “It-it was in the corner acting inappropriately! That’s what it was doing!” It, she was using the word quite venomously. “You cannot even explain what she was doing to provoke you so?” Master Wade hissed. “Wh-well, what does it matter!?” Nurse Betty finally snapped. “I-the gopher was not standing in the corner like it was supposed to! That is what its job is, for goddess’ sake! And you!” She snapped.

Riezel herself walked around the room, a wicked smile spreading across her face. As Betty stood naked, her body was fully exposed to the leering eyes of Riezel's friends. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her curves perfectly proportioned. She looked vulnerable and exposed, yet somehow, she seemed to be enjoying the attention. I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I watched Betty's humiliation. I couldn't believe that Riezel was doing this to her, exploiting her vulnerability and naivety. And Betty, oblivious to the manipulation, continued to stand naked, her eyes fixed on Riezel as if seeking approval.

And somehow, those whispers would fall back on me. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice someone approaching until I bumped into them. Before I could even apologize, a sharp slap landed across my cheek, loud and stinging. I froze, my hand instinctively going to my face as I lifted my gaze and met hers. Betty. “If it isn’t the gold digger’s daughter,” she sneered, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction.

“I mean, honestly, what’s the big deal? He’s just another billionaire customer. She acts like she’s someone special...” Mary Jane’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t react. Instead, she focused on the rhythm of her work—the swipe of the cloth, the faint squeak as she polished the surface. “Don’t let her get to you.” Betty’s voice startled her. “She’s just jealous,” Betty continued, crossing her arms. “She knows you’re ten times more interesting than she’ll ever be.” Mary Jane sighed. “Betty…” “What? You know it’s true. Now, go take your break before Gale starts barking orders again.”

I moved to take a step forward, but Tina gently caught my arm and shook her head. It was too late, anyway—because, without a word, Max was throwing his plastic cup on the ground and stalking off into the shadows. Brushing her hands together as though cleaning dirt off, the girl turned on her heel to face us, beaming from ear to ear. She strode up to me, grinned, and stuck her hand out. “I don’t think I properly introduced myself before. I’m Betty.”