Beverly Hills Chihuahua Characters Novels & Stories

But maybe it was only me she regarded with such hostility. Beverly sounded happy, still laughing as she took Trisha’s arm and they set off up the street together. It was a stark contrast to last night when she’d looked like she was on the edge of hell. She wasn’t bad looking. She shared the same fine, mousy brown hair as her daughter and her eyes were the same lovely almost pastel tone of blue, minus the cute glasses. She was curvy as opposed to Rosie’s skinny frame, but her appearance didn’t change a thing for me. I was already feeling the apprehension of her invitation.

Javier snapped. Incredibly, this was where Bernadetta’s sensibility decided to show up. “Oh my God, how stupid do you think I am? Only you’d train a dog to steal someone’s bras. You smell that? Oh, that’s right! It’s the stink of Javier and his sh*tty scheme!” she drawled. “Either way, that dog is my spirit animal, and I really like it. Can I play with it, pleaseeeee?” Javier began, “But Bern—”

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After seven long years of humiliation, it was finally over. … I went to the hospital alone, only to run into the two of them again. What a cruel twist of fate. Beverly was lounging in a chair, surrounded by snacks that Charles had bought for her. Like a magician, he kept pulling out one treat after another. “Bev, how about some chocolate?” “No!” “Some candy?” “No!” “Chips?” “You feed me!” “Of course.” Just as Charles was about to feed her a chip, he spotted me and instantly replaced his doting smile with a glare of disdain.

And then my mother, Luna Ingrid’s wolf was sleek and silver-grey, her fur too beautiful for battle, but her snarl was sharp and proud as she pushed past a pair of warriors to take position near my father’s left. Beverly shifted last. The moment her wolf form took over, pale grey with white flecks like frost, she looked smaller than she acted. She bared her teeth anyway, trying to appear fearless. Charles’ black wolf brushed my flank, shoulder to shoulder, steadying me. We held the line.

Not only lips and looks, Beverly believes that Jackson is not really a bad man who has the heart to lock up his sister-in-law, Kayla. "I really will lock up you forever then." One kiss landed on Beverly's lips. "And get Dimitry out of here immediately." he said emphatically. "Do whatever you want, sir." Both Beverly and Jackson finally indulge in a hot kiss that overtakes them. Jackson realized, Beverly was different from Maria. If he usually treated Maria like a porcelain doll, Beverly was the opposite. The woman even looks like a devil. Full of surprises and always manages to surprise her mind. "I want you," Beverly said hoarsely.

He grins at me and winks. Er, he does have a point. I could, I suppose use this situation to my full advantage. I mean I do want my own broadcasting channel and that isn’t going to be easy or cheap to get off the ground. I flick my hair back then place Belle on the ground. Promptly she pees right by Levy’s leg. I laugh. He doesn’t. “Fucking dogs.” I hear him mutter. “Careful, that’s not very dog friendly, she may decide to shit on your foot. You know how temperamental a Chihuahua can be.” He glares at me but keeps a fake smile plastered on his face. I bet he thinks like dog like owner.

The little dog sniffed my fingers, then gave them a tentative lick. "Well, would you look at that!" Mrs. Smart smiled through her tears, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup further. "Chili-Dog likes you. He was Richie's dog, you know." I smiled softly, scratching behind Chili-Dog's ears. "He's a good boy too." And for a brief moment, the room felt just a little less heavy.

“She made her choice, Beatrice. We’ve got to move—Velan’s scouts could be on us any second!” I nod, tears stinging, but my legs wobble as we stagger forward. Then I see them, Alarica the massive black Friesian unicorn with a rainbow crystal horn gleaming in the moonlight, and Charlie, my tri-colored dog, brown, white, and black, with those deep eyes that always seem to see right through me. He’s wagging his tail, but I hear his voice in my head, smooth and teasing, “Well, well, Beatrice, my sweet hybrid queen, you’re a sight for sore eyes. And Alarica, those legs, that horn it’s simply divine!”

His hand lifted her chin and gripped it firmly. “Beverley, many times you’ve survived me. But Brent isn’t in Los Angeles right now. Who will help you this time?” The look in Chris’ eyes became different. His demonic side was back, and it scared Beverley. She shook her head hard. “Brent may not be here. But I swear fate will never allow you to get to me, let alone touch me!” She pushed Chris hard and ran away from him. Who knew he’d laugh and chase after her?