Betty Novels & Stories

On getting back to the counter, Betty cornered her. "Wanna switch tables?" She asked, sounding too eager. Beth rose a brow, "Why?" "That Brandon fucking Wade, bitch!" Betty whisper yelled. "You handle the others, I'll take him." Betty said, rose her hands to pump up her breasts, and walked away. Beth watched her go with a grimace on her face. Evan leaned over the counter. "Betty's at it again?" "Sadly." "Who's the guy this time?" "Brandon Wade."

He was bound by her powers now; unable to communicate with anyone, and he was pissed. “What about the children?” Jack asks. “They are in a special daycare. Their parents do as their told and their children remain safe,” Beta Steve smirks. “And if they do not?” Jack asks. “Let us just say they get a reminder, and then the pup suffers if the parents do not do as is expected,” Steve smirks.

“You're right, Raymond. It does take two to fight. It also takes two to have sex, and that sex was between you and Sarah. Go back to her, if you want someone to whine to.” “You stupid bitch! You'll regret this, you'll see. You'll never find anyone to love you as I do.” “Fuck off Raymond! If you ever call me again, I'm getting a restraining order!” I stormed out, half surprised there wasn't steam coming from my nostrils. How dare he imply that his betrayal was my fault? I should let Hannah and Dylan tear him into pieces. Instead of going back to Hannah's house, I called her from the car.“ Meet me at Barnaby's .”

that's a quick answer, I don't sense any wolf energy around her something isn't right about her that's why I need Micheal to protect me from any of her motives A few minutes later Micheal storms in but I signaled him to not react "Good day sir" Betty greeted "Are you the Betty Erica talked about?" Why is he asking her questions after o explained everything to him " Yes" "She's just a mere maid, why are you friends with a maid" What's Micheal up to " Micheal stop I called her here and made her my friend don't underestimate her" I hope this is just an act Betty wasn't taking it easy either when I lo

“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?”

In the seventh year of holding down the Chicago arms trade for Matteo, he finally came back from the Mediterranean. The night the Five Families threw him his coronation ball, I put on my custom gown. I was ready to see the man I had waited seven years for. Right before my entrance, my cousin Vivienne barged into the dressing room. She did our books, and she snatched the head-table nameplate off my table. She looked at me with cold pity. "Camilla, don't embarrass yourself. The seat for the Don's wife was never meant for you." She slammed a yellowed betting slip from a Vegas underground bookmaker onto the table. The wager was a hundred grand. The name on the ticket was Matteo. The betting line

When she spoke, she was haughty. "I'm sorry, Ms. Windsor. The Alpha's been losing sleep these past few days. I changed the curtains out for something that could block the sunlight better. I just want him to sleep better. And also, the room's a bit too messy for my liking, so I tidied it up." I stared at the woman. She was Zacharias' Beta, Yvonne Wood. She helped Zacharias handle the whole territory. I seldom saw her. To be honest, this was technically our first meeting.

Betty. My heαrt did this weird jump. Betty wαs my college best friend. Bαck when I rαn αwαy from home αnd decided to go bαck to school to get α diplomα even with my pregnαncy‚ Betty wαs the one who helped me the most. When I gαve birth αnd wαs rαising Ryαn αlone‚ juggling multiple jobs‚ αnd trying to pαss exαms‚ she… she mαde it eαsier. She would help bαbysit Ryαn‚ sometimes even cook dinner when I wαs too exhαusted to do αnything. Betty wαs αn orphαn‚ so we bonded quickly‚ both of us cαrrying this heαvy kind of sαdness. We were friends for five yeαrs‚ αnd then she

Celia wrapped her arms around me, wiggling her waist in a small victory dance. Betty laughed, a harsh, mocking sound . “Oh, poor Vivica. You and I both know you can’t afford luxury items.” She scoffed, turning toward the attendant. “You are just a plaything to Adrian, and playthings don’t get spoiled. Your value ends in the bedroom.” She spun back to the attendant. “Give me the bag, I’ll pay double for your trouble.” Betty began rummaging her purse for her card. “That will be a hundred grand, Ma’am.”

Her jaw trembled slightly as she watched Vivienne step out of the taxi and walk into the tall building. “Wait a second… this is Christian’s apartment, isn’t it?” Betty muttered in a suddenly hoarse voice, choking in her throat. She shook her head repeatedly, trying to push away the shock hitting her chest. “My first nephew’s apartment? So… that chubby woman also has a special relationship with Christian?” Betty curled her lips into a crooked, cold smirk. Her eyes turned into a combination of disgust and strange satisfaction. “Interesting,” Betty hissed in a rising, scheming tone, her chest rising