Divergent Beatrice Novels & Stories

Beverly Carington "What happened?" Becca asked and I looked up to her. "I fought with a guy who ruined my plan." I said and she sat across me. "So you failed the mission?" "Yeah and I have to give back the 5.000$." I hissed as I threw the cotton pad. "Is he hot?" I glared at Becca. "Do you think I care about that?" I said coldly. "Oh come on, stop helping others and have a life! Go out and date a cute guy or something."

her son. [The more you think about it, the scarier it gets. That woman who was always with Levi, our school beauty, Maddie, was actually Blaine’s fiancée. Somehow, she suddenly confessed to Levi on the school field and kept dragging him out to skip class, drink, and party. Could this whole family have planned to ruin Levi, the top student in the grade?]

Ed continued. “This is just a misunderstanding. Really!” Asher raised his hands with a sigh, asking Ed to calm down. He wasn’t adept with words—that was usually Val’s job. “What kind of misunderstanding makes you forcefully take a woman across to another country and hide her on some godforsaken island?!” Ed pointed toward the island they had come from. “We didn’t harm her,” Matteo said. “Taking her by force is harming her! Where’s Liz? Let her go! LIZ!” Ruby interrupted, freeing herself from Ed, but as soon as she stood on her own without support, she collapsed forward.

Looking at their strange and intimidating conversation, Beatrice didn't seem bothered at all. Was this also what made Beatrice seem to disappear from the face of the earth? "I guarantee that the Old Man is clueless, Ra," Beatrice said with a downcast face. Her hands intertwined. "I don't know why that person always gets me into trouble, and this time, it's a big one that I can't escape from." She lowered her head even more, recalling her current situation. "A lot?" Hera asked softly. This time, she approached and gave Beatrice a hug as a show of support. "I thought your dad was just into gambling and drinking. He wouldn't do something like this."

In the frame of what used to be my living space they freeze, both sharp as blades, dressed in quiet power. “She’s listless,” Vivian observes, her voice bored. “Perhaps the crisis has passed. She’s just… empty. As I said.” Blink by blink, Beatrice watches. My gaze stays locked on my hands, fingers moving slow across the skin like they’re lost in some unknown country. “No,” Beatrice says slowly. “There’s more. She’s… connected to something. A place of power on this estate. I need to see how she reacts to it.” Vivian’s bored expression sharpens into interest. “The icehouse? Don’t be absurd. That’s just a childhood nightmare.”

Beatrice “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” My heart pounded heavily as the handsome young man ignored my statement and walked toward me with a dark gaze. He stared at me menacingly like a predator that wants to feast on its prey. I felt uncomfortable with him staring at my almost naked body. I clenched the towel to my body in fear even though it couldn't stop him from staring at my flawless skin that was exposed. I glared at her with my heart racing rapidly while wondering who he was.

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

“Hope you're taking my advice well?” “As well as I can.” I tried chuckling back but it just sounded awkward. “Wait!” The sharp, shrill cry cut through the music, causing the dancers nearby to falter. I turned toward the sound, my heart sinking as I saw a younger woman—one of Lady Solvra’s companions—marching toward us. Her face was flushed with a mixture of anger and excitement, the kind wolves showed when they smelled blood in the water. “My bracelet!” she gasped, stopping inches from me. She held up her bare wrist, her chest heaving. “It’s gone! My mother’s heirloom, the sapphire cuff—it was here only a moment ago!”

We weren't even able to reach our destination cause several cars had blocked our way and ambushed us. Crimson and the security team tried their best to protect us but these guys are a pack of goons who are not afraid to kill or be killed. They had easily subdued the security team and had shot Crimson's shoulder. But to my surprise, even Becka knows how to fight and tries her best to protect me and my Son but then, there's a lot of them and she wasn't able to dodge the bullet from the guy behind her as she deals with the other guys. She told me to run away with Nathan but before I could even run and take my son with me, a bullet went straight to my left chest causing me to halt and fall on th

“Her size does not matter. She’s cute looking like that. I find chubby women attractive. They felt good to cuddle.” “Cute?” Beatrice chuckled. “You’re falling for her. I’m happy and I hope that you won’t have the same fate as me.” Our orders came in. Setting them aside, I inquired, “What do you mean, Beatrice?” “Drake wanted to divorce me,” she said weakly. Tears welled in her eyes. “He’s in the process of divorcing me. I tried a couple of times to reason out with him. That it’s not the right time since Mom will kill me for sure if the divorce will push through, but he won’t listen to me. What will I do, Everette?”