Cambrian Beckett Novels & Stories

His gold-rimmed spectacles accentuated his features very well. "You … Do we know each other?" Alyssa asked softly, rubbing her throbbing temples. Jameson smiled lightly. It looked like she had forgotten about him. Just then, the room door was kicked open. Jasper marched in like a raging bull, eyes red and ferocious. Jameson hissed internally, his hackles rising. "It's Mr. Jasper Beckett from Beckett Group, sir!" His secretary reminded him in a low voice. Jameson cocked his head. "Tell him to leave."

he sighed, "You know what? Keep it up, I've been trying my best to stay away from you and you're starting to make it easier." It's been a few hours and he still hadn't come out of the basement, I want to go check on him but I'm pretty sure he won't open the door for me. Just then, my phone notification went off. I picked it up and turned it on, it was a message from a number that I didn't know. unknown: wanna hang out? Me: who's this? unknown: Celeste. How did she get my number? Honestly I'm not even that surprised. I immediately saved her number.

It was Beckett… The man she hadn't seen for a long time. "I thought you're working overseas. It's surprising to see you here," Beckett said before approaching her. He released the DSLR since the strap was around his neck. "How are you?" "I'm fine. And you?" Vivianne asked as his gaze drifted to the DSLR. "So the rumors were true, huh? You're a photographer now?" "Yeah… I didn't realize I like taking pictures so much," Beckett replied with a smile. "But I just came from Agrianthropos City, too, since I need to take care of some business."

Wounds have healed, although there are scars left, but they do not stand for parting ways, it stands for getting through something horrible in the past and leaving it in the past. Ezekiel and Emerald are now turning fourteen years old and I feel much older when I think about how small they once were. Both of them have a passion for singing and playing instruments which they mostly got from their father, their fondness and passion for music were something I predicted to happen. Ezekiel is a spitting image of Milo from the green eyes to the brown curls, the smile and everything else about Milo, while Emerald very much resembles me a lot but she still has Milo’s green eyes and brown tousled loc

Crystal said, trying to reason with her. "Whether you're with or against me, I'll still have to tell him." Rebecca said vehemently as she stood her feet. "You're going to regret this, Becky." Crystal said, worried about her. Rebecca turned a deaf ear and left the room. She hurried to the door and didn't talk to anyone as she walked past them. Edward noticed her sudden movement and was curious. He walked to the door and saw that she had left in the carriage. Crystal came out of the room and was disappointed she wasn't able to stop her.

Adrian reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number. "Connect me to Mr. Hammond." Mr. Hammond had worked with Beckett Holdings since its foundation. It was his company that first signed the deciding contract that put Beckett Holdings on the radar. As such, Adrian knew his character more than he did his other partners—if anyone would answer honestly, it would be him. The call connected after several rings. "President Beckett." "Mr. Hammond." Adrian skipped the usual pleasantries. "I'd like to ask you something." A beat of silence, then, "It would be my pleasure."

A hollow feeling came over me. “Calvin’s dead?” “Don’t worry. He won’t be forcing his attentions on you any more. That will be me.” I tried to reach Bethany in vain. Whatever had knocked me out must have been strong, never mind the recent trauma. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He held up, of all things, a copy of the Werewolf Times. It had made the front page. ‘Psycho Alpha dies in nightclub fire.’ “You torched your own building?”

Anthony and the tall man bowed to Eoin and I. "This is Constantine Beckett, the new Beta of the Pheasant Falls Pack." he introduced us. I looked at the man, his pale colouring and his tall wide stance. I knew instantly he was a vampire, and on his hand, it was confirmed by a day walker ring that protected him from sunlight. "Oh, right, nice to meet you. You must have been King Nicklaus candidate." I smiled as I shook his hand. "No, no." the man chuckled. "I'm from Rome. I'm the Rebel Kings candidate." he replied.

“Arthur Beckett. From the Stormblood Pack.” Wait, Arthur Beckett?

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.