Divergent Beatrice Novels & Stories

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.

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.

One of them waiting for the other to slip up so that they take that as an excuse to attack but none of them are leaving a chance for slip up. "Sorry, Sasha VAHEMIR ", Beatrice voice makes everyone tilt their neck to face her. She is on taking a bow and holding unto her dress and Davil let go of Seb. Davil chuckles and that seems to make Aiden blood boil, he is pissed his sister stooped so low, so is Seb. He must wish he had knelt so that Beatrice won't have to apologize. Did he think he stands a chance against El mushacr? He can't land a single punch, not even in his dreams. Beatrice has changed, the war took a toil on her, it made me more respectful, level headed.

Tears streamed down Vivian's face as she hurried out of the car to her sister's side, oblivious to everyone around. Her focus solely on Mia, she anxiously asked, "Are you alright? Are you sick? Are you hurt anywhere?" The questions rushed out without a pause. Mia managed a weak smile and extended her hand. "I'm fine, Vivian." Vivian gently squeezed her hand, relief evident in her smile. "I'm so—" Vivian started, but her words were cut off by a stern, authoritative voice. "She can't talk for now," Shawn interjected sharply. It was only then that Vivian realized she stood before Shawn Mandez, the CEO of Beats Corporations.

“So what will you have me do then? Leave my fiancée and get mated to the beast?” “No Paisley. There’s a month until the final mating. You only have to go in place of your sister while we try to find her. Then you both can swap and you’ll come back to your life” “No” I stood up from the chair and entered into my bedroom ignoring the calls from my mother and the knocks on my door after I locked it. My phone rang and I saw Patricia’s name on the screen. “Hello Patricia” “Not Patricia. It’s me” “Hello boss”

Cause you’re the one I love You’re the one I love You’re the one I love The thought of wanting to leave lost in my mind. I stayed until the song ended. I still can’t take my gaze away from his grey eyes. It’s like they have a magnet. I unconsciously put my hand on my chest and that’s when I realized that my heart was beating faster. It accompanies the beat of his drums. “What?” “Caius and Madeline will help you.” “But Ms. Concepcion—” She once again shakes her head, dismissing my protest.

I can't help but smile bitterly as I looked at all the notes from Maze's mom and another quotation caught my attention. "Even a broken heart, can beat again." I looked at Maze who's trying to gulp down his drink in one go and slowly, I felt a slight hope. I don't know where did I get the courage to reach for his face and caress his cheeks before turning his face to look at me and he gave me a confused look. And my eyes widened when I realized that I am now pressing my lips against his and I can't believe how it felt euphoric. Maze didn't show any sign of protest. And it made me brave to go and deepen the kiss and I saw how he slowly closed his eyes as if he's indulging this majestic moment.

Sean continued, “Beatrice went to thank Maisy three days before entering the hospital after her mother's death. She also wanted Maisy’s help in finding evidence, but her mother had already passed away, and any traces in the hospital must have been destroyed. "She mentioned Natasha though. I speculate that, in a fit of anger, Beatrice must have gone to find Natasha. After all, her emotions are understandable. She watched her mother pass away right before her eyes. Anyone would act recklessly under such circumstances." "This is the spark that ignited the internal strife within the Chandler family," Gavin said.

"I think that's fair, my lord." "All right, Kyan. I agree." He says after what seems like years of staring at me with a deadpan expression. I bow to both of them and start leaving the room, I don't want them to see the tears that have began to pool. Mother sits at the table next to the Duchess of Bynin, a willowy woman. Her daughter, my bride-to-be is very short, shorter than Isla, shorter than Lyza, she has short hair and small beady eyes and a large smile etched into her face.

"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."