Bill And Beverly Novels & Stories

"Oh my gosh, this will be so great." "What?" "Sean will take care of you a lot in front of Clyde. I mean he always been a gentleman." "Take him! I don't like him and don't have an interest in dating and you know that!" "Oh come on, Beverly. I bet if Clyde ask you out, you will answer it with 1 word 3 letters.. a.k.a Yes!" "You watched too much gossip girl." "Oh Beverly, I wish there's someone just like Chuck. He's so dreamy and he and Blair are meant to be together." Becca said and I rolled my eyes.

“I just got off the phone with Brian. Denise and he are going to be here in about an hour, so they’ll be at the staff meeting. We make the announcement, sign the papers and then it’s off to Paris first thing tomorrow morning.” “No regrets?” she asked. “Are you kidding? I was a fool to let you talk me into this radio garbage in the first place. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll? I’m too old for this.” Beverly closed the office door and locked it. She walked towards Tony and started to unbutton her blouse. “I don’t think you’re too old, Tony, just out of practice.” “Beverly, you are evil.” He put the papers down and began helping her take off her blouse. “Now I know why you told the movers to leav

He turned, and like a heavenly vision, Beverly Smallwood was staring at him. “Bev.” She still looked the same. Just as striking as the last time they’d met and dressed in a light sweater and knee-high boots over tight blue jeans. Billy was suddenly very conscious of his battered, disheveled appearance. They gave each other a brief hug, and he kissed her cheek. “What are you doing here?” “I’m staying right around the corner.” “With your husband?” “No. We’re divorced.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Billy lied. “You look incredible.”

I honestly just think they like calling me babe in public. Every time one of them calls me babe we get a look from someone in the store, whether it is a worker, or just another customer. I am starting to get used to it though. It’s kind of funny in a way, some people just smile, others look at us in complete horror. Like a girl with three boyfriends is the end of the world. I don’t care though. Reece, Raikin and Ryder make me happy and that is all that matters.

Then Rome left them both. Beverly and Jackson returned to the room. They look nervous. Both of them knew that it was Brooklyn men who were stalking them. Beverly took a deep breath. "I will take a bath. You can prepare whatever we need to carry. " The woman then went into the bathroom and cleaned herself quickly.

I told you that dominant energy didn't just come from a boardroom! Beverly:It gets worse. I was touching them, being stupid, and I accidentally snapped one of the cuffs around my own wrist. It locked. I couldn't get out. And then... I heard his car pull up. He came into the bedroom and caught me chained to his wall. A string of shocked emojis flooded the screen. Anya_Sub33:Oh my god, Beverly. Tell me you’re joking. What did he do?? Did he call the cops? Did he throw you out?

Be surprised to find out dad is already here. "Hi babe! How are you? I have good and bad news for you!" I texted her. "Hi babe! Oh! I'm fine, your dad hasn't killed me yet!" She replied quickly with laughing emoji's. "Not yet Missy!" I replied with a wink. "You're scaring me Anita anyway How's my godchild? I miss that little munchkin!" She responded with a worried emoticon. "I'm not Missy! Well, his doing fine and naughty, but Becca can handle him." I responded with a witty smile.

Betty said, clearly feeling so sorry for her friend. “My life is already ruined without him in it, in case you can’t see” Bev replied. “I’ll keep telling you to stop doing all of these. I just hope one day you listen to me and just let the couples be together in peace” Betty said. “I will never allow them be together. If I can’t have him, then nobody can” Beverly said, picked up her bag and stormed up the stairs to her room. “I think it’s high time I go see Nelson. I need to tell him what Beverly is up to before she kills someone” Betty said to herself, as she picked up the TV remote to continue her series.

Every bar stool was occupied. “Hey, Wendell, two beers in the bottle,” Beverly said as she made the number two with her fingers. “You got it,” the bartender said. “Bev, who dis?” a man on a stool asked. “That’s Bruce. He’s my friend,” Beverly answered. “Damn, man, I can see the muscles through your shirt. What are you? Some sort of body builder or somethin’?” “No. I’m in real estate.” “Oh, like a realtor?”

“Please tell me you’re not thinking of Vegas and an Elvis impersonator. Like Mary and Tyler, seriously? This is not a joke.” He gave a crooked smile that made something in her chest ping like a latch springing open. “No. But if you’re not keen on an impersonal register office, how about a small and simple ceremony on a beach in Hawaii?” Hawaii. The land of bikinis, beaches, and beautiful bodies. Oh, fuck no!