روايات وقصص ضمن Divergent Beatrice And Four

"She thinks she’s the one holding the blade. She thinks Sarah’s grand gala is going to be the stage where she officially takes back her life. Demn it, she has no idea that the stage has been rigged. Her pride is the very rope I am going to use to hang her." Beatrice took a deep, shaky breath, her daughter's absolute conviction slowly washing away her panic. She looked at Lydia and saw a reflection of the same ruthless ambition that had built the Vance legacy in the first place, only sharper, cold-blooded, and fueled by a desperate, drug-induced mania. "So we dress up," Beatrice whispered, a cold, hungry smile finally returning to her lips. "We play the part of the grieving, fallen Vances. We

"Talk some sense into her." Beatrice stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She studied me like I was a bug under a microscope. "You really are pathetic," she said. "Running away in a wedding dress. Hiding in a stranger's car. And then—" She laughed. "Then you end up with Diego De Luca anyway. It's almost poetic." "I didn't know who he was," I said through gritted teeth. "Does it matter?" She shrugged. "You're here now. You're going to marry him. You're going to save this family. And you're going to stop being a burden." She paused, her smile sharp as glass. "Finally."

She had just wrapped her fingers around the handle when Alicia’s voice sounded behind her. “I don’t think my dad even wants to stay married to you anymore,” Alicia said calmly. “He’s probably already planning to divorce you. You should be worrying about finding a new husband instead of stressing over a co-wife you might never have.” Beatrice’s whole body trembled with rage. She clenched her teeth, then turned and sneered at Alicia. “Alex will never divorce me. He wouldn’t dare.” She stormed out of Alicia’s office, slamming the door behind her. Alicia neither tried to stop her nor spared the incident another thought; she simply returned her focus to her work. Only a few minutes had passed sin

One week later after Quiver's death, Beatrice didn't go outside of her room. She's staying at her mother's house, and she chooses to isolate herself from other people. Until now, the pain in her chest hadn't been lost. Beatrice still can't accept that Quiver left her and signed the divorce paper before his death. Beatrice feels alone again, even though her parents did anything they could just to make her think that she's not alone. Beatrice couldn't handle it as she was numb by Quiver's death.

To make it even more unbearable, she was the one who couldn't let go. Clutching the divorce agreement, Beatrice turned away without a second thought. Determined to get an explanation, she set off for Austera to find me. "Cedric had been the one to pursue me all along. So why was he now walking away without a word?" she mused inwardly. The more Beatrice thought about it, the faster she walked. Her face darkened as she strode toward the exit. Without warning, she bumped into a man saturated with cologne.

a loud woman’s voice echoed to Aisha’s ears. “Oh, scream my name bitch! Cum with me.” Her heart was tearing apart gazillion times, watching her husband having sex with someone else. She came back from her reverie when she heard footsteps near the door. She swiftly walked back to her room and pretended that she didn’t know what was happening and that she had just woken up from bed. The woman just looked at her and clung even more to her husband’s arm, who didn’t care if she was there. “Who is she, baby?” the woman asked Duke.

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets?

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

Nola hissed snidely, and I watched a flicker of irritation pass over Sarah’s porcelain face before she cast on her mask of indifference. “No, we were to be welcomed...a royal procession with lots of cymbals and shit, the whole kaboom,” I answered more reasonably because the maiden was still looking up at me in askance. “Whatever you do Hector Bates, descendant of the highland’s Lycan king,” My father's words floated through between my ears unbiased so that the slow drum of a muscle twitching started at the base of my neck as a wave of unease settled over me. Where was everyone?

'' today, after hours of travel. ''Just follow me and obey my orders, don't forget that you are my friend and my employee.'' ''Yes. Sir... boss'' ... Beatrice: ''And Beatrice, no excuses! You're not the only one in the world who's ever been kicked by a boyfriend, know? Just like you have thousands daily going through this, they don't look like the world is over! Could you raise your head and move on? You're going with me anyway.''