Bloodthirsty Betty Novels & Stories

Carrie asked, licking her own spoon. "I don´t know, but you should see their Beta! My panty dropped, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaw! Total eye candy, someone who would bang you real good! And I won´t mind if he does it to me! Come on! You both should go and see!" Her voice was too excited. My spoon got stuck midair at the mention of Beta and her description of him. Was he describing my Beta? Yes, my Beta! My heart started to beat erratically.

The Sequel for The Bet is out now, it is called Riptide❤️‼️ As requested it's Brittany's story after Andre❤️‼️ Chapters are already posted❤️‼️ Hope you guys enjoy it❤️‼️ Riptide *Sneak Peak* "It's you" She announced softly "So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly. "You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

"Whether you want to or not, you will give away your location." "Pull the gag," Betty said as Brody removed it from my mouth. "Go to hell!" I yelled angrily. Brody punched me across the face, knocking me to the ground. "You're lucky we didn't kill you," Brody said, glaring at me. "Death to me!" Betty began chanting, and I grumbled. A scream ripped through my body as my body begged the pain to stop. Betty's chanting caused the screams to continue. She approached me with a knife in her hand. She drew the blade across my hand and pressed it against the rock. My body was still in excruciating pain, and I could barely move. Betty flung me into Brody's arms as he pressed the cool knife against my

I turn my eyes away from her unnaturally. “ Of course. She is Cody, the future Alpha’s slave.” Betty smiles, “ What else do you know about her?” I stare at Betsy coldly. “ I am here to investigate the case on behalf of the Alpha rather than answering your questions.” Betty nods with disdain. “ Fine, sir.” “ Have you seen anything weird among the flowers or the candles?” I get close to Betty and ask. Betty pulls her head backward and tries to keep a distance from me. “ Mind your behaviors, sir. After all, I belong to Bruce, the future Beta.”

"And now, it belongs to the future Mrs. Vincent Luciano." Gianna’s gasp was a masterpiece of melodrama. She instantly clutched at Santino’s arm, her fear manufactured and perfect. "V-Vincent Luciano? Il Macellaio di Brooklyn? The Butcher of Brooklyn? The head of the Syndicate!" Marco slammed his scotch down on a nearby glass table with a sharp, decisive clink. His face became a mask of profound disbelief and mounting, terrifying rage.

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.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea? The she-wolf will most assuredly aim to kill. She draws blood in a crowded room full of carnivores-” “Tor, I doubt that Betty has the capacity to land a punch, let alone draw blood.” He said. “Let her up, boys,” he announced to those who had Betty restrained. As soon as they let her go, she sprung up, bruised jaw and all, prepared to come at me. Suddenly, I wished that I was out picking out shimmering lights with Mistress Harlyn and her sociopathic friend. “How would you have me engage, Master?” I asked mechanically. I needed to center myself if I was to defend against this volatile she-wolf even more so if I had to engage without weaponry.

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