Betty Novels & Stories

A human that's just at the wrong place at the wrong time. For the first time in years I resent my role of being Beta. I can't hurt my mate! How the f**k am I to do that? And if she is, if we find out she's truly a hunter, come to infiltrate us, I'll have to do much worst than hurt her. I'll have to kill her. My instincts are tuned to protect her, protect her from harm. How am I supposed to protect her from the danger that's now become me?

Aisha let out a breath. " I'm not even needed at work at all... It's fine" She hit a palm on the dinning table. Dami flinched at Aisha's sudden violence. Tiana sure is a beauty,tall,light skinned,curvy and her British accent was like an icing to her beauty.Nonetheless ,Dami's love for her could have conquered all these. Maybe there is more to this than just an affair. what If??-she thought.

Observing Betty, Andrew couldn't help but compliment her, "You're in great shape. And, You deliver great service. It's a pity you chose to join showbiz." "Mr. Andrew, please don't make jokes," Betty blushed, acknowledging her appealing physique. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall, she possessed a well-shaped figure with a slender waist and long legs. Andrew, acknowledging her attractiveness, found himself taking more glances at Betty. He had a weakness for girls with ample chests and long legs, though Amanda was an exception due to her unique allure. Despite being thin and delicate, Amanda's stunnin

I ordered. My brain isn't working properly....i need refreshment.. So I messaged betty (Nicholas)I will pick you at 5 am tomorrow, we are going to California .. (Betty) isn't it too early?? (Nicholas) do what I say Betty... (Betty) okay don't be rude <3 If you are wondering who is she?. She is no one. She is a model,she did few shoots for my company... We just have casual se* .She need fame although she doesnt say but I know...

“That is your husband? Forget everything I just said! Forgive him, worship him! Jesus, Mary, and all the saints! How do you get anything done with a man like that? He looks like… like a Greek god, you know? Adonis, but better!” I stifled a laugh, trying to keep my amusement in check as I waved Cole over. “Calm down, Betty. I know he’s easy on the eyes, but honestly…” When Cole was close enough to hear us, Betty straightened, looking him up and down with an exaggerated expression of awe. She extended her hand, her face lighting up with a smitten smile. “Bonjour, monsieur. I am Betty, caretaker of y

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 wo

"Yeah you look it." Betty said grinning as she slid onto the stool next to me. Betty was short and although I wouldn't say chubby was definitely curvy she had curly red hair and light green eyes. Betty's most noticeable feature however was her huge tits. Betty had to be at least a d-cup which seemed even bigger on her 5' nothing frame. As always they were all but falling out of the tight black tank top she was wearing. "Megan you know James?" I smiled at him and we sat and shot the shit for a few minutes. They were on their way to a club and figured they would stop

If it wasn’t for his handsome face and amicable expression, he knows that most would be scared of him. Alaska is wearing a black cocktail dress, which is basic in appearance, but she shines like a star in it, she has a glass of champagne in one hand and wearing a large smile. Her greatest skill has always been her ability to be able to make others feel at ease in her presence and to be able to make conversation with absolutely anyone. She would have made a great beta before she stepped aside, but she made a quality beta-female as well.

"The record will reflect that this recognition is extended without condition." Betty sat in the single chair before the elevated table. Eleven to seven. She had won. She pressed her hands flat on her knees and breathed and felt the convergence move through her like a tide coming in, warm, deep, certain and underneath it, very quiet and very clear, heard her grandmother's handwriting speaking in her memory. Build something real. Don't let them put you in a box. She had built something real. They had not put her in a box. She stood.

Would call Zeus back and reveal everything right now. That meant she suspected, but didn’t fully know everything. That realization gave me a thin edge of control. Not much, but enough. The lady finally spoke again, quietly but confidently. “I’m Betty,” she said, introducing herself like we were at a social gathering instead of standing in the wreckage of my cover. “Zeus’s fiancée.” I stayed silent. “I’ve been with Zeus a long time,” Betty continued. “I know his habits. I know his enemies.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “And I know exactly what you are. You don’t belong here.”