Betty Noire Fanart Novels & Stories

Hope you will smile more in the future. And yes. One last thing. I made you our coffee one last time. It's kept on the kitchen counter. Drink it. I am packed and done now. Hope to see you in future in happy times. You have made me independent and strong enough.Thank you. And don't worry about me. I will be perfect fine. Exploring and starting my life again to make it better. See you again, Ardo Goodbye. Yours sincerely, Scarlett ( Ex Beta)

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house.

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.

I groaned when I glanced into the mirror to see them in back. Betty had removed her trench coat and was completed naked in the back seat. Lilly had removed her blouse and Betty was greedily sucking on one of Betty’s huge tits while her hand was vigorously banging in and out of Betty’s gash. My dick was hard as stone as I noticed the expression of pure lust on Lilly’s face while Betty rammed her fingers into her over and over.

Betty seemed to have gotten further away from Agnes because her voice grew louder. "I mean you can capture the girl when she's alive and well. Then after cutting her to bits, you can take more pictures," Betty explained. "Make sure the picture with her daughter in a whole is the first she sees when she opens the envelope, then shock her with the devastating photos of her daughter's organs on the floor," The man was a bit impressed by how graphic her words were. He had never met a client who was so precise and imaginative about what she desired. "You seem a lot more vicious than before," The man noticed, lowering the phone from his ear.

Tomorrow I’ll go to his office and find out what’s really going on. The lobby smelled faintly of fresh lilies, a delivery from one of the agency’s sponsors, and Aurelia leaned casually against the polished counter, trading small talk with Betty. The older woman had on a fitted leopard-print blouse and a chunky gold necklace that jingled every time she moved. Her lipstick was fire-engine red, matching her nails perfectly. “Can you believe it?” Betty said, lowering her voice with theatrical flair. “It’s already ten o’clock and Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsom hasn’t stepped foot in here. He even phoned earlier—said he wasn’t coming to work.”

Danielle was so excited – “Isn’t he hot?” Tokunbo nodding her head in agreement – “Sure is, hm hm I can see why your pants are wet girl. He is smoking, can I join the bet?.” sigh. Bibiana looking at him said – “No you can't, it will be too obvious if 3 girls suddenly start pursuing him. Dee it’s a shame, you may or may not have lost your job, but the bet is still on, we don’t care if you still work there or not after all Jay Jay doesn’t work there too, so now you are both playing on even field”

He told Danny. Jacques flicked through some files on the iPad before turning it round for Danny to see. I quickly glanced at the screen, to see it was a photo of Betty at the recent social. I hated to admit it given the circumstances, but she actually looked quite pretty. Alongside Betty, put together in some form of collage, was a recent photo of Amber and another blonde girl, who I had never seen before. Danny’s eyes widened, as his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “Yes, that’s her. In the middle.” I doubled checked the picture, to see Betty was the middle photo.

Two Alphas, One Table The council room smelled like old wood and burnt candle wax and the particular tension of people pretending to be calm. Betty arrived at noon exactly not a minute early, not a minute late, wearing the plain dark training clothes she had started favoring since arriving at Shadow Fang, her hair pulled back, no ornament, no performance. She had learned recently that the most powerful thing she could wear into a room was the simple fact of not needing it to think well of her.

Sienna walked over to Betty and helped her up. "Betty, she's not Suzanne. The one they have taken with them is Suzanne. How can you not know your daughter?" "I won't have a spy for a daughter!" Betty cried out in pain as tears streamed down her face. She shifted her eyes to Mila and insisted, "She's Suzanne! She's my daughter!" Sienna led Betty away. "Stop crying, Betty. She's not your daughter at all. She's the renowned artist Inkwell, who can play the piano and is fluent in eight languages.