Bloodthirsty Betty Novels & Stories

“That bitch.” I muttered. Could it really be her? Yes, she does hate me but to stoop to this level and help Skylar? There has to be more to it, surely. Frankly, I was kicking myself for not putting this together before. Betty was essentially family, whether Nate recognises it or not. Of course the enchantment would acknowledge her and grant access to the dungeons. She shared Nate’s blood. I glanced at Nate. Gone was the flirty smoulder and the seductive smirks I had grown so used too, now he was was wearing his emotions on his face and he looked ready to kill.

“Bill will be home soon, Betty.” “I’m just too early in my pregnancy. I’m so nervous,” Betty shakes her hands as she paces my office. Lynn giggles. “Betty, what are you so afraid of?” “The Dragons are the hunters who kill for fun. I am glad we were able to save an innocent but what was she doing with them to begin with?” Betty asks, still pacing. “Solen said they went to high school with Sedit,” I explain. “Apparently, she was his girlfriend. Solen is unaware of werewolves and his sister must be too.”

It's hard to be bitchy sometimes! "What happened, baby?" Adrita heard a husky sound near her ear and her breathing stopped. His cold palm touched her bare waist under her t-shirt and she shivered slightly! She kept her hand on his hand to remove it because it was tickling her but he tightened his grip on her waist. She was about to glare at him but instead, she smiled because the bitches were in front of them with their mouths hanging open. She looked at the bitches and smirked in victory!

He pushed out a loud breath as he dropped his head back against the pillow. “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face. He froze when he remembered another part of his dream. Adrian. In his dream, he was dead. Aldrich smiled evilly at him as he held his Beta's severed head. Alaric shot upright and looked around the room. His heart stilled when his eyes landed on Adrian's sleeping face. He looks peaceful as he sleeps leaning back against the chair. His Beta surprisingly doesn't have any significant injuries. Aside from a few bruises, scrapes, and cuts, he looks perfectly fine.

“How do you feel about getting married in Paris? There is a Pack that needs help with a small vampire clan that is feeding on humans.” Smiling, I take the tickets but don’t remain in his arms. Stepping forward, I turn to face him. Sylvie arrives before I give him my answer. She waves a twenty-dollar bill in my face. “Okay, I lost the bet, so I should pay up.” Sylvie laughs as I take the money and stick my tongue out at her. “I thought you didn’t bet anymore?” Kierian stepped back, placing a hand over his chest as his smile dropped.

Loretta looped her arm through his, giving me a smug, mocking look. Her lips curled into a small smile as she mouthed, "You lost." I just glanced at the watch. She could go ahead and smile. In a minute, she would be the one crying. Suddenly, Garrett's expression twisted, and his entire body started shaking violently. He collapsed hard onto the floor, curling up in agony. The next sight made everyone's blood run cold. Yellowish pus oozed from his sleeve, spreading fast. And then, small white maggots began writhing their way out.

Beth *I was laying on a four poster California king bed with red sheets. The room was dark and I couldn't see anything but the moonlight bouncing off a mirror on to the bed. I looked down at myself and I was wearing black lacy lingerie that barely covered my body. Out of the shadows came a figure that looked like Vlad wore nothing. I tried to move to cover myself but I couldn't move. I noticed that my hands were tied to the bed and my legs too. He kept walking closer, I tried to protest. There is something in my mouth stopping me from speaking. Now he is on the bed crawling towards me. Before I knew it he was over top me, leaning down to place kisses on my neck. It felt so good, he kept goin

Leaning down close to his ear, I said coldly, “Kid, I’m Bran’s biological father. “If over these past years you’d treated him with any decency, when I returned, everything he had—I would’ve given you a share too. “I don’t care how you pulled it off, replacing him and enjoying what should’ve been his. “Now you’ll not only return what never belonged to you—you’ll pay for his suffering, tenfold.” John screamed like a dying animal. Seeing the situation deteriorate, Celina started inching into the crowd, trying to disappear. She didn’t even dare return to that flashy Porsche she had arrived in. She slipped away quietly. I let her go. Beating a woman in public was never a good look.

I brace myself for a dozen different scenarios, but absolutely nothing could have prepared me for this. Betty is standing on the other side of the threshold, her knuckles completely white as she tightly grips an aluminum baseball bat. She looks utterly terrified, but her green eyes are blazing with fury. Standing slightly behind her is a tiny blonde woman—Lucy, I presume—gripping a wooden bat of her own. "What are you doing here?" Betty demands, her chest heaving. "I didn't call you." She leans past me, peering frantically down the hallway toward the street.