Fanfiction Beverly Hills 90210 Novels & Stories

she revealed without shame. Joanna was disgusted. How could Beverly sleep with Trevor behind her back? Joanna wasn’t with Trevor then, but Beverly knew how Joanna felt about him. The Fantasy Fiction Writing Club was mostly based on writing their fantasies about the men they were attracted to or thought were hot. Ninety-nine percent of Joanna’s stories had been about Trevor. So Beverly couldn’t claim she didn’t know. She just didn’t care. “I . . . I . . . I don’t know what to say,” Selena stammered. “When was the second time?”

"Oh my gosh, this will be so great." "What?" "Sean will take care of you a lot in front of Clyde. I mean he always been a gentleman." "Take him! I don't like him and don't have an interest in dating and you know that!" "Oh come on, Beverly. I bet if Clyde ask you out, you will answer it with 1 word 3 letters.. a.k.a Yes!" "You watched too much gossip girl." "Oh Beverly, I wish there's someone just like Chuck. He's so dreamy and he and Blair are meant to be together." Becca said and I rolled my eyes.

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

CHAPTER 124 : The Dark Shadows. ( Beverly Hills, California. ) Natalia's heart raced within her chest. She pulled away when Arian leaned in again. "We should stop. We're getting carried away." She whispered and tried to steady her breath. "Why?" He whispered back. His face was so close and his fingers were still working their magic on her lips, leaving hot delicious feelings behind. "For starters, you're getting married." She bravely looked up. Sudden remembrance flashed across Arian and he pulled his hair frustratedly.

This is just a filler chapter with no link whatsoever to the story, so you can skip it. ____________ Dev: The story of Beverly's biggest fan! ___________ Beverly had regained consciousness once more. But there was a creep lying beside her on the bed! Bev: Who the hell are you? Davin: it's me, Davin. *He whispered* Davin was Bev's Ex- Bev: How did you get in here?... I'll call the nurses! *She archs a brow in the darkness*

“I’m too busy living my fantasy.” “So am I,” Selena said with a grin. “Okay, I’ll write solo. I’ve been doing that for the past two and a half years anyway,” Beverly said. “Matter of fact, it’s time for me to write another manuscript – a romance.” “I’m sure it will be juicy knowing you,” Joanna said. “And filled with all kinds of naughty things,” Selena said with a mischievous smirk. “You know it,” Beverly said with a big smile. The black woman, a friend of Beverly’s from the Bronx, named Deronda approached them. “Bev, you’re Pops is hot,” she said without shame.

He murmured tenderly, "Don't think such nonsense, you silly little thing. Harry's still young. He's at an impressionable age where ice cream and candy are all it takes to win him over. He'll grow out of it some day. Don't take his words personally." "Then what about you and Heather? How come both of you accept Cindy but no one else? What was all that talk about liking more than one person at a time but drawing the line at falling in love easily?" Tears glistened in Beverly's eyes, threatening to spill, as she stared at Evan intently. "What did you mean by all that? Did you and Heather betray me or something?" "Crap! Did Evan cheat on Beverly?" Someone guessed loudly out of instinct, only to

BEVERLY It had been three weeks since I joined the Discord server, and my entire world had subtly, deliciously shifted. The advice from the girls in the lounge had become my secret blueprint. I had stopped fighting Damian’s gravity, stopped the automatic, defensive sarcasm at dinner, and stopped wearing those oversized, shield-like sweaters around the estate. Instead, I weaponized my wardrobe and my body, turning myself into a walking temptation he couldn't legally touch but couldn't help but watch.

I asked, plastering a charming smile on my face. She licked her lips, drawing my attention to her supple mouth and my mind filled with dirty thoughts. My wolf howled, wanting me to give into them, but I refused. “Yeah,” she said before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “I mean, if you can.” I would do anything for this woman. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks and immediately had me scolding myself. This was Fane Beverly. She didn’t go for guys like me. Not only was she too good for me, but she’d been spoken for since our freshman year of high school. Hell, she was probably married to that douche bag Brooks DeVeau by now.

Beverly casts a suspicious look at Travis who is still standing defensively beside me and her lips curl up in a sly smile. “Unless…he got you in. What are you two up to, huh? I can’t help but think I was right when I said you were sleeping with Kian’s uncle. You two were gone for a month and you faked your death,” She says and lets out a dramatic gasp, “Did you two get married in secret? My God, I can’t believe you.” It’s amusing not only watching Beverly make things up but also how Kian’s eyes seem to darken like he actually believes the rubbish his mistress just spewed. I jam my hands together at her perfomance.