Bloodthirsty Betty Novels & Stories

A fleeting wave of relief spread through my chest, though it was instantly replaced by a crushing weight of guilt. Without warning, Zirrelle abruptly yanked Betty up by her hair. “Your useless thoughts will cost you your life,” Zirrelle gritted out, her sharp, manicured nails digging mercilessly into Betty's neck. “You will serve as a lesson to anyone who dares to speak my mate’s name in a lie.” The sight of blood made my skin crawl. My desperate night of freedom was about to cost an innocent girl her life. Betty thrashed wildly, but she was no match for Zirrelle’s trained warrior strength. I watched, completely paralyzed, as life began to drain from Betty’s face.

Far too many. Then I smelled her. Fear, blood, and familiar warmth. “Betty,” I breathed. I followed the scent to a crude cage near the ravine wall. The door hung open, splintered by claws. Inside, Betty lay crumpled against the bars, breathing shallow, blood soaking her dress. “No,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside her. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice. “Alpha… Jaron?” “I am here,” I said hoarsely, lifting her into my arms. She was light, too light, and ice-cold to the touch. “You are safe now.”

Betty said, “You are not happy, but everyone was on your side” Valery said, and she took the glass cup, and she pour all the juice on Betty's head” “Come on, stop It, I'm not In a mood to play” Betty said, and she smiles, “Do you think I've come here to play with you” Valery said, “I'm here to put end to your life” and she carries pillows, and she wanted to suffocate Betty, but she struggles to pushed Valery away, and she managed to run to the doorstep, and when Betty wanted to opened the door, Valery took the flower jar, and she hits It on Betty's head, and she took another dining chair, and hits It on Betty's head until she collapsed, and Valery draw her to the washroom, and she closed the

“Our children die, and then demons crawl up in their bodies and wear them like a suit.” Betty looked around at those nearby, including her husband. Nobody was reacting as though Mabry were some crazy cat lady in a comic skit. No. They were nodding. Even Tim. She was surrounded by lunatics. And now I’m in their number. The old woman leaned forward and wrapped her claws around Betty’s wrist. She appeared so wiry and small, only the strength in that grip was as frightening as anything Betty had ever experienced. Fear made people weak, this she knew better than most, but in turn, nothing fueled the human body better than hatred. And the more unfounded that hatred was, the better the mileage.

The strange movement makes Betty stir and she nearly screams at the dark figure touching her. “Ah-” She tries to scream but Hector holds her mouth, pinning her. She scratches him with all her might, trying to get him off her but the man is too strong for her. He’s trying to rip off her shirt, touching her bare skin. Betty is scared for her life and her screams are muffled. The thought of the man assaulting her is frightening the poor girl and she wants to beg for her life. Hector is controlling ‘Scarlett’ as much as possible, his free hand moving towards her skirt. Betty’s eyes are tearing up but she keeps on fighting for her life.

Poor boy. He glared at me when he met my eyes " You bitch!" Martha stood in front of me, trying to protect me " If you move one more inch, I will destroy that little manhood of yours. you don't wanna try me nigga " She looks deadly at him Did I ever mention that Martha was a good fighter? No one tries to mess with her . she is good at fights He seem to be in thought for a second so he drag himself out of our sight.

Betty's POV “I, Lycan King, Ryan Kai.." the man blurted, grabbing my chin roughly, and a wince escaped my mouth. Of course, I knew the words that were next. He was going to reject me. “I, Lycan King, Ryan Kai, rejects you, Betty Veil as my mate," he growled, his eyes seething with hate, and I felt every cell in my body crying agony. “You are…” I mumbled, but I bit my lips down, knowing I shouldn't do it but it was what I do when nervous.

Blood spills down his chest. My stomach lurches. “What the fuck,” I whisper. His hands grab me. Cold. So cold it burns, and I wrench free, panic exploding in my chest. “Betty!” I cry. She laughs, then screams when one of the men bites her neck. “No, what the fuck stop!” I gasp. I look around and everyone’s.Eyes darken, and they have fangs. Two men move toward me, blood dripping from the side of their lips. Then he’s there again, the red-eyed man, moving impossibly fast. He throws someone aside like they weigh nothing. His fangs gleam as he snarls, the sound raw and animal.

Someone who couldn't control their in take of drinks. After all the struggle, I managed to get her into the car and put on her sit belt. As I was about taking off my arm, I felt her drag me towards her. I completely lost balance. I felt my heart race like never before. My heart fluttered more when she opened her eyes and her gaze met mine. I grew speechless. I felt every hormone in my body waking. I didn't want to believe it was what was thinking, bit rather, I was certain it was the same hatred I felt towards women that made me feel that way.

They both talked, and they agreed to just ignore or explain to people that what they feel is purely like siblings. “What’s on your mind, boss?” Alba looked at her friend with a worried expression since she knows that something aside from the file could have triggered his nightmares. She shuddered at the thought of the same nightmare that he has endured for more than two decades. She still couldn’t imagine that her friend was still sane after everything that he experienced. The nightmares alone gave Alba the creeps. She was an assassin, and death like those were not new to her, but it was unacceptable either way. “I’m thinking of Bert, I wonder how his kids and wife are doing after all these