Betty Noire Novels & Stories

“You will tell me every contact Elena has made, every request she phrased delicately, every person she believes can be bought, frightened, or flattered.” His expression became unreadable. “You ask betrayal.” “No,” Betty said calmly. “I ask a man with no loyalties to behave consistently.” For the first time since arriving, Dorian laughed outright. Sharp, genuine, surprised. “And my compensation?” “You leave Thornfield alive, professionally intact, and richer than she paid you.” She tilted her head. “Provided your information is worth purchasing.” He looked at the seven wolves. At the river. At Betty standing utterly certain on land older than both of them.

Chapter 111 Betty set her phone down, screen-side down this time, and looked back at Ravyn with the same open expression she'd had before. No shift in her posture. No flicker of recognition. No change in the quality of her attention. Nothing. "Sorry about that," Betty said, with the breezy ease of someone who'd just checked a grocery reminder or responded to a friend about weekend plans. "Where were we? Dante. You were going to tell me about Dante."

She'd frozen just outside the door, their words cutting through her like knives. "I can't believe Gray actually pulled it off. Three months. That's gotta be a record." "Told you he could do it. Shayla Hale, the ice queen who turned him down. He said he'd make her fall, and he did." "Think he'll actually take the cruise ship?" "Hell yeah. That bet was solid gold. Best idea we ever had." Bet. The word echoed in her mind, louder than her heartbeat. He'd made a bet. On her.

"Having a forty-eight-thousand-dollar dinner, apparently. And there's a note about initiation. Naomi, what if this is connected to the bet? What if this is where it happened?" "Hold on." I heard typing, Naomi pulling up something on her computer. "Okay, looking at their website now. Very discreet, very exclusive. They do private events, corporate retreats, that kind of thing. But Grace, if this is where the bet was made, if there's any kind of documentation—"

“Recently, we saw the fashion store, The Authentic Authentics, next to Moretti Shoes, reopening with a surprisingly large stock. Could this be the reason Gabriel Moretti is losing control—drinking away his sorrow because of a rival business that’s making a comeback?” I smirked. “So Gabriel isn’t a bit of a tough guy?” I said, glancing at Natasha. “We can't be certain yet, Rebecca,” Natasha replied, her tone thoughtful. Natasha as a hacker and a data analyst—she believed in facts, not rumours. “Let’s check it out,” she added, and with that, we both got up and headed to the power room. Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rh

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“He’s far from getting a boner.” “Really?” He nodded. “Alright.” I pursed my lips. “I bet I could turn you on.” His brow furrowed. He seemed perplexed and unsure if I had said that. “Come on, let’s bet!” I said. “Bet? That you could turn me on?” I nodded. “What would I get in this bet?” “A boner.” He laughed. “Only if you could turn me on, Miss. “I don’t believe you can.” “Why because I’m chubby?”

" 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.

The moonstone bracelet glinted faintly on her wrist, still pulsing like it had its own heartbeat. As if it knew more than either of us. I stepped closer. Even in sleep, her body tensed. Every muscle coiled, ready to strike. Her senses were still sharp, even unconscious. My wolf growled low in approval. Shut up, I hissed inside. She could be your killer. She could be the reason Aretha's grave is filled. The bracelet shifted slightly as she moved in her sleep. I caught a glimpse of a number etched on the underside, a kill code. Five digits. Just like the military contracts.

I said through the mind link before I reached their door. As soon as I was down, I didn’t waste any time as I pushed the door open. They truly were all on their feet, looking confused. “Good morning, Beta,” they all said, and I nodded, my eyes roaming the crowd. “I am looking for an Omega named Camilla. Has anyone seen her?” I asked, and murmurs began to flare up. I waited for about ten seconds before speaking up again. “She is about 5’5” in height with short brown hair and brown eyes. Anyone?” I asked, but it seemed like no one even knew of her.