Divergent Beatrice Novels & Stories

Blair wanted to mess with the Stantons, so Beatrice’s dad kicked her out of the family and left her to fend for herself. She had nothing left now—no closed ones, money, or status… Beatrice fell from heaven to hell in one night. She was not resigned, though! Luckily, someone was still willing to help her. Beatrice fiercely grabbed Tracey’s hair. “Tracey, am I not good? I like your brother so much, but why doesn’t he like me? Why do you want to set him up with that bitch? Why?!” “You lunatic!” Tracey shouted, “Mabes is prettier and kinder than you. She’s better than you in every way. You don’t deserve my brother at all!”

"Call me when you have a place and time and I'll be there. We're even after this, right?" She laughs again. "Yes, completely even. If you leave bruises on him, I'll owe you." The stupid dragon put Miss Beatrice's panties in a wad. Totally unwise. "You're on. Do I get a bonus for knocking a few fangs out?" Her laughter rings across the phone and she ends the call. Beatrice uses me as a place holder when the right person isn't yet available for whoever she's hooking up. The dates have been boring and thankfully not repeated. This one sounds a little more interesting because there's nothing better than cutting a man down to size when he needs it.

I knew he needed to be alone to be able to deal with this. “My sweet Sophia, the pain you have suffered. I don’t know why the Moon Goddess is doing this to you, my sweet girl.” Came Beatrice’s voice. I looked up through my blurry eyes to see her. She looked weak, very frail. “If I didn’t go through the abuse and rejection, Betty, I would never have met Derek. I believe I had to be mated to them in order to find Derek. I am sorry I lost your grandchild, Beatrice.”

I went down fully, cheek against the cold stone, the coat twisted around my legs, staring at the base of the wall while the room tilted slowly around me. "Don't," I whispered. I wasn't sure who I was talking to anymore. "You're disgusting," Beatrice said above me, and her voice had gone quieter now, which was somehow worse than the laughing. "You know that? Six years of acting like you were too good for this place. Too haunted, too holy, too broken for anyone to touch. And then one night with him and you crawl back like this." She paused. "I thought with all your holiness you could resist. Maybe even call Jesus down to save you. Well guess what, no one, not even the God you serve can save yo

My blood pooled around me, its warmth fading too quickly. I wanted to scream. To beg. To crawl away. But I couldn’t. My lips trembled as I tried to speak, to say something—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a strangled, wet gasp. Beatrice didn’t wait to see me die. She simply turned and walked away, her footsteps fading into the night as if she’d just completed an ordinary chore.

Beta stood near the head of the table, arms crossed. I leaned against the chair, folding my arms. “Talk.” Beta inhaled deeply. “Someone came looking for you.” I raised a brow. “And?” “She wasn’t just anyone, Damien. She was old. No scent, no presence. It was like she appeared out of nowhere.” My eyes narrowed. “A witch?” Beta hesitated. “I don’t know. But she knew things. About Sofia. About you.” My wolf stirred. “What did she say?” I asked, my voice dangerously low.

I should cry or scream or break something beautiful just to prove I am not broken yet. Instead I change into one of the silk nightgowns someone left in the dresser and climb into the huge bed, and through the walls I hear Vincent's voice on another business call and Christopher's room is silent, and I close my eyes knowing tomorrow I start learning how to be worth ten million dollars to people who see me as investment not person. But tonight I am still Beatrice;the girl who ran at sixteen and the Luna who ran a pack in secret. That woman who stood on an auction stage and chose her own buyers.

James said, watching the news reports on his phone. "Good." "Debbie—" "I said good, James. Let them come. Let them bring everything they have. I'm done hiding." Merald was staring at me like he didn't recognize me, and maybe he didn't, because I wasn't the woman he had married anymore, wasn't the woman who had begged him to stay, wasn't the woman who had cried herself to sleep on the kitchen floor. That woman was gone, replaced by someone harder, colder, someone who had been forged in fire and blood and betrayal.

Beatrice sneered, "What kind of position do I need, Laurette's? You know very well how you married Bryce Rodriguez. You know whether he loves you or not." Beatrice's words hit my sore spot hard, and I approached Beatrice. "How do you know he doesn't love me, Beatrice? We've been sharing the same bed for five years, sleeping in the same blanket every night. How do you know we haven't developed feelings for each other?" Beatrice was forced to step back by my fierce momentum, and she said in embarrassment, "You, you have no shame." "What's wrong with me being shameless today? It's better than some people hiding behind the name of Irene and having countless dirty thoughts in their hearts. And ho

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.