Novel & Cerita Divergent Beatrice

"Let me out of this car right now, unlock the doors!" "Mina, wait, please don’t run away!" Beatrice cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate sob. "Please, I am begging you, just stay and listen to me for one minute. Please don't hang up!" I froze, my hand hovering over the door handle. Beatrice King never begged anyone for anything, she was the proudest, most ruthless woman I had ever met, hearing her beg sparked a curiosity in me.

“Lucia is not fit to be a wife anymore. She’s unstable. Weak.” “She’s your wife,” Beatrice shouted. “She’s my mother.” “You’ll understand when you’re older.” But Beatrice didn’t want to understand. Not then. Not ever. And exactly thirty-three days after Lucia was forced to pack her life into a single suitcase and disappear, her father had remarried. To her. Valeria D’Amico. Antonia’s mother. Beatrice closed her eyes and felt the fury rise like bile. She could still see her stepmother’s perfectly painted lips curled in a smug smile that day at the garden wedding. Could still hear her laugh—the way it lilted through the halls like a victory bell.

"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.

Although Yeferson really wanted to stay on and participate in the next part of the game, he could only leave when Spark didn’t say anything further. When Beatrice entered the room, she caught sight of the cameras that had been set up, and was stunned for a moment. However, she didn’t think much of it, immediately saying, “Brother Mask, I… my name is Beatrice Assex. Thank you for saving me in the last concert. I… I’m here to thank you.” “Well, it was just a small matter. Don’t worry about it.” Once he had played the role of Mask and watched Beatrice slowly enter this state, he finally dropped all pretenses, pushing her onto the bed as he jumped on top of her.

Beatrice frowned, not understanding what she could have given to Carolyn and Neil. “Sure, you gave something else. What are you claiming to have given Carolyn?” Beatrice waved her finger inches from April’s face. Her long fingernail scratched April’s cheek. Not enough to draw blood, but to leave a raw red mark. April’s hand raised in time to touch her cheek as Beatrice gasped and glared at her. “Beatrice, do you remember what my maiden name was?” she asked Beatrice. Beatrice frowned for a moment; her mind was still off from what she’d done to April, and she searched her mind for April’s maiden name. A name April hadn’t used for several years. “Davis, wasn’t it? What relevance does that have?

Sophia stepped forward" You're just an desperate attention seeker,Sine you never got any at home." Beatrice laughed a humorless laugh" Coming from the mouth of a golddigger daughter, you think I don't know your history your mom kills all her ex husband to get their money by framing them with an incureable disease, you do even know your father? And what your buzz with what I want to do in the library you don't know what happened ." The words hung heavily between them. Students continued gathering outside. Phones appeared. Sophia grab Beatrice hair dragging her, immediately Beatrice grab her boobs too pressing it hard. The two kept yelling at each other bo one wants to release each other.

“Everything is temporary until we choose to continue it.” Helena looked at her. “You may be the least objectionable adult here.” Lucian crossed his arms. “You arranged my divorce.” Celeste smiled. “Experience.” --- Beatrice arrived against medical advice. She entered in a wheelchair pushed by an exhausted orderly. One side of her abdomen was bandaged beneath hospital clothing. Her hair remained immaculate. The orderly stopped near the door. “She is not permitted to leave this floor.” Beatrice looked at him. “You may go.” “I was instructed—”

Genevieve Everhart’s POV I must’ve drunk a lot. Dizziness hit me as the world swayed beneath my heels, and the bass from the club still thudding in my chest like a second heartbeat. The drinks I had chugged to death had started tasting like regret. I had gone looking for my husband. It was the night before the day we get to finally separate, the night before the finalization of our divorce and I wanted to see him before everything. Still hoping and trying to see if he would magically change back to who he was three years ago.

A woman also came but I didn't recognize her face because the surroundings were too bright. “You have no right to hurt my son! We will leave and walk away. You don't have to beat my son!” What do they mean they are leaving ?? "Noooo!" I looked around and touched my chest. I touched my cheek and I found the trace of tears dripping. That question didn't put me to sleep, so it made my eyes a little sore. What if they are against my relationship with Dean because of the age gap and our differences in financial standing? Even though I finished my course?

"No... no, Elisabeth, you can't " "I HAVE to!" Elisabeth was sobbing now. "Don't you see? If I marry Bruce, Dad dies because I can't do it I'll run away or break down during the ceremony. But if YOU go through with it, if you just get through today, just the ceremony, the contract is fulfilled. The money gets transferred. Dad gets his surgery." "But Elisabeth, they'll find out! When Bruce realizes "