Book Beat Novels & Stories

I glanced nervously at the discarded sugar packets on the table. "Enough to plunge you into darkness, but not quite send you to the grave. At least, not yet." His thumb grazed his lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion, his intense gaze unwavering from mine. "Enough to make you docile, so I could take you out of here without any protest."

If it hadn’t been for Ellie’s presence and that she was vulnerable and depending on me, I would have asked the cab driver to stop. I was so angry to be slighted by this man. Bookkeeper indeed! “Just because I didn’t qualify as an accountant doesn’t mean I can’t advise you in that capacity.” “Struck a nerve, have I? You never asked what I wanted you for. On the fifteenth, I mean.” “Please, enlighten me.” My snarky tone was bordering on offensive. “It’s my Beta’s birthday,” he said. “We’re throwing a surprise party for him at the packhouse.”

“Just look at it. Does it look like a poison to you? Let alone a miracle drug? I think not.” “Mom!” Damon hisses. Beatrice ignores him, holding the vial up to the light. “It’s clear, odorless. And I just bet it tastes like nothing. Just like water. Only a fool like you would fall for such a cheap trick and bid millions on this.” I watch her without saying a word. She steps closer to me, her voice low. “Let me teach you a lesson, little girl. This is how the real world works. You don’t just jump into something without thinking. You assess, you plan, and then you act. You clearly missed the first two steps.”

"Moonshine...you are here ..hic...why did you come?" "Sunshine let's leave, I will drop you off at home" "I don't want to .....Bee said she is too drunk...to drive" "Okay, I will call Mathew he will drop Bee off at home" "Hey Jayden, nice ....to ...meet you" Bibiana came forward and extended her hand. Jayden shakes her hand and said with a smile "Nice to meet you too" "He he he...shhhh. let me tell you a secret ..."

However, the one next to her did not even move, as he continued to read. A colleague sitting next to him tried to almost force him out of the chair. “I have a proposal! “Jo said politely. “Please take the book. I have an e-book home.” “No. I will give it back. Can I have your phone number? We could have a coffee, lunch, or maybe dinner.” He stuttered. “You really don't need to.” ‘All in all, the passenger is quite a nice man!’ She thought. ‘Okay, nice body!’ She admitted.

We were surprised when he told us that he would pursue the medicine. “What?” he raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Can you hide that thick book of yours?” his thick eyebrows met and shook his head on me. “This is our family dinner, so keep that book. Is that what you’re going to eat, huh?” His lips protruded. “Just get your cam, Ms. President.” I sharply eyed him. The side of his lips lifted. I frowned when I saw that. This med guy is a bully! He tapped the space beside him. I scoffed and sat down next to him. I stared at his thick book, wincing. I wonder how he manages to read the whole book. So thick. I think it was even thicker than Worth’s face.

The elder let out a long sigh, clearly helpless. "Byron is completely ruined. He's out of his mind every day—drinking, fighting, nothing else. "He always gets drunk and rambles on about being some kind of factory manager, even claiming the Gamma's like his brother. "After he and Lisa marked each other, she still betrayed him. Byron's been drowning in the pain of heartbreak ever since. "These past few years, Lisa got pregnant three times. But every time she was about to give birth, Byron beat her until she lost the baby. One time, he even gave a stillborn to a witch to use as a catalyst for forging a magic weapon."

See? Nothing’s changed— “Hang on.” My head snaps up. Beckett looks back at me. “You walking inside?” I blink. “…Yeah.” “Come on.” For a second I don’t move. Neither do the football players. Everyone seems to be waiting. Beckett closes the distance between us in three easy strides. Then, without making a big deal out of it, he reaches over and takes my backpack off my shoulder. I stare at him. “What are you doing?” “It looks heavy.”