Betty Noire Novels & Stories

She said to herself, worries became her midnight activity before she slept until she became used to it That same night, Raina was found In her room, the thought of what she had done kept on ringing in her head, she tried to control her thoughts before Doyen heard her. While she walked around her room from side to side, A knock on the door gou her frightened, she became restless, An act of Betrayal against the pack leads to straight death, there was no room and no mercy for any Person anyone who was found committing the act of treachery in the pack

Praetor Noah asked. Carl looked as if he’d been slapped before he hid it behind his stuffy superior mask. “Yes I do,” he said with a sniff. “Seeing as her current leads have proven to be a waste of time, I’ve decided to develop my own. Following Sam’s train of thought, the Betrayer having abandoned all patterns and is doing things completely different this time around, I believe we should look into women as well as men,” he said, looking directly at me. I stared at him in surprise, not sure if he had a valid reason to suspect me or if he was just screwing around. There was no doubt though, he’d be looking into me. “A woman? That’s impossible! Balric is a male,” I exclaimed.

The auctioneer stated and raised the stake higher. Alright , two could play this game. I raised again and again. Each time my paddle went up, the room grew quieter as no one could compete against me. “Sold!” the auctioneer finally announced, his voice booming through the crowd. “To bidder number seventeen. Miss Clover Rossi!” I stood slowly, removed my mask, and let my auburn hair fall loose over my shoulders as gasps and whispers travelled across the room. “Is that really the Rossi heiress? The one who disappeared for years?”

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.”

"Bettany was an orphan and she joined the army when she was very young. She worked very hard and performed very well. We were assigned several missions together, and we always succeeded. One day, when we were rescuing a government official, there was a traitor in our team, and all eight members who went in were killed. I, Bettany, and a government VIP were trapped in the sea of fire. She helped the VIP and I escape. I rescued her, but the fire had burnt everything. I found a charred body in the ruins, on whose finger had the ring I gave to her. It turned out she didn't die but was captured by the enemy. She was tortured for five years. When she was rescued, she was already mentally unstable.

"It gets worse. The video came with a message—encrypted, routed through at least six proxies. But Katrina wanted us to see it. She made sure it would surface in your system, Damon." Damon took the tablet and pressed play. A video began. Betty, looking very much alive, stood in front of a dimly lit hotel room, camera slightly tilted as if recording from a hidden tripod. "Hello, Damon," she said, voice flat. Her eyes were sunken, face thinner, lips dry. But there was a cunning edge to her voice. "If you're watching this, congratulations. You found out I'm not as dead as you thought." Sarah sucked in a breath.

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.

She trailed off. Betty fell silent for a while, shocked by the discovery. "I don't know who they are, which means that I have to be ready for anything," the man said. "They could be amateurs or professionals. But you've got nothing to worry about. I'll kill her when I get my hands on her," "I don't just want her dead anymore," Betty uttered, her voice dropping sinisterly. "I want you to capture her, torture her, then send the pictures to her mother before you finish her,"

I made the wrong choice in moving closer to the restroom. "Fuck... Lorna," Benjamin said on his sexual voice, the voice of my boyfriend. I couldn't function well now because my boyfriend is fucking my staff that is close to me. I could hear them moaning and knew they were having a good time. Even though it made me shudder with rage, I managed to record their voice. "Let's stop this... Alma is coming to check this," Lorna says. They are completely unaware that I am already here, having watched their betrayal. I slapped both of them with all my might as the door opened.

"I didn't know." "I assure you, I understand," she reassured him earnestly. "During my time at the proving ground, I encountered a Redwood wolf named Kate Rouen who had fallen victim to one of those gatherings. She managed to break free from her captors, and when two members of the hunting party pursued her, we fought back. But it didn't end there. Kate and I ventured back to their camp, where they held numerous other captives, and together we dismantled the entire operation. We saved countless lives, and our resolve to rescue more only grew stronger. We traced the money trail, leading us to Royce DeVayne."