Carolyn Kindle Betz นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.”

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

He continued, "This is Celeste Rodriguez, the core technical developer at YodaVision and a rare talent in the field. The company owes much of its success to her." People of the older generation often had a greater concern for the future of the country. Hearing Harold's words, Harry's smile softened as he remarked, "That's wonderful. With the talent we have, there's a lot to look forward to." Harold also took the opportunity to introduce Betty to Harry. Then, Harry and Betty started chatting about art. Having been raised in a cultured household, Betty regularly practiced calligraphy and painting. While she wasn't in the same league as Harry, she had a solid grasp of painting and could speak o

“That is your husband? Forget everything I just said! Forgive him, worship him! Jesus, Mary, and all the saints! How do you get anything done with a man like that? He looks like… like a Greek god, you know? Adonis, but better!” I stifled a laugh, trying to keep my amusement in check as I waved Cole over. “Calm down, Betty. I know he’s easy on the eyes, but honestly…” When Cole was close enough to hear us, Betty straightened, looking him up and down with an exaggerated expression of awe. She extended her hand, her face lighting up with a smitten smile. “Bonjour, monsieur. I am Betty, caretaker of your…” She paused, searching for the words, fumbling slightly. “mia amore?”

As soon as we approached her, she gave us a sweet smile. "Good Morning Ma'am, how may I help you?" She asked. "Good morning. Could you kindly call Miss Khali Luciano and inform her that it's Jane Terranova?" I asked, my gaze falling on her name tag, pinned to her blouse over her left chest. It says Cindy Kong. Her features are delicate, and she is gorgeous. She never showed any excitement in her expression - just a calm and welcoming aura, so I assumed she didn't know who I was.

Elder Cass was already there. Betty sensed her like bedrock beneath soil—old, steady, patient, impossible to rattle. Cass never wasted emotion where silence would suffice. Her presence was a low warm frequency that soothed more than it commanded, and Betty had learned to trust it in the strange instinctive way wolves trusted weather signs. Others followed. Councilman Reeve, sharp-edged and suspicious. Marta, carrying private grief she wore like expensive perfume. Jonas Vale, whose thoughts always moved too quickly, as if he feared stillness would expose him.

The tall, slender, older man smiled as his dark brown eyes stared at me from behind his glasses, "Rhiannon, how many times have I asked you to call me Ron? Mr. Kurtz was Bet's father and hasn't been around for many years." I smiled back at him before I turned around to tighten Dub's cinch. I respected the fact that he cared so much for his father-in-law that he took Betty's last name instead of Bet taking his. But he was also being a little hypocritical, "You've asked me about as many times as I've asked you to call me Rhi." "Touche. I woke early because I wanted to catch you before you left for your ride. There's something that Bet and I have been meaning to give you."

“Hmm... with so many people around it is not appropriate for me to call you uncle, Mr Kelly.” “Your choice, child. We'll talk to each other in a moment. I hope you will honour me with your presence.” “To be honest, we were getting ready to leave.” She lied with a poker face. “Jo, let's stay a little longer.” An enthusiastic Matthew interrupted the conversation. He was next to her all the time, but it seemed like he was invisible to them. “Won't you introduce us, young lady? Did your good manners go wrong?” “This is my friend Matthew Evans, and this is the famous Mr. John Kelly, author of several bestsellers.”

Beverly Carington "Be professional." I reminded Clyde and he sighed. "I can't." He said and I smacked his arm. "Get in your sense!" I hissed. "Fine.. fine.. but you're having lunch with me." He said and I nodded. The door lift opened and we walked out to his office. We walked into the work room together and Sean and Vin. "Morning Beverly, I got you your favorite matcha latte." Sean!!!!! I turned to Clyde and he glared at me. I forgot to tell him that.