Romans & histoires Fea Betty

Celia wrapped her arms around me, wiggling her waist in a small victory dance. Betty laughed, a harsh, mocking sound . “Oh, poor Vivica. You and I both know you can’t afford luxury items.” She scoffed, turning toward the attendant. “You are just a plaything to Adrian, and playthings don’t get spoiled. Your value ends in the bedroom.” She spun back to the attendant. “Give me the bag, I’ll pay double for your trouble.” Betty began rummaging her purse for her card. “That will be a hundred grand, Ma’am.”

How dangerous. I don’t want her to get sucked in by this life like I was. I glare at Rafael, who looks like butter won’t melt in his mouth, but he’s watching me, his gaze calculated, sharp, taking in my every word and action. Betsy pulls out a pink box with an expensive looking doll inside. “Isn’t she pretty, Mommy?” “She is,” I say through clenched teeth. “Did you thank Mister Andoletti?” “Yes!” she exclaims. “I was very good. We had ice cream, and pizza, and he bought me a Barbie bed and a playhouse for outside, and-”

"Tell me everything. Right now. I am your best friend, and I have earned this information." I sighed. "Elvis has gifted hands," I said, before I could make a better decision. "And I had absolutely no idea a man his age still moved like that." Betty made a sound I had never heard a human being make before. Both hands flew to her face. She started fanning herself with absolutely nothing, using pure air, performing the whole dramatic ritual she'd picked up from reality TV. I got up and went to my room. Left her to it. ###########

“Isn’t it good to look like Daddy instead?” Betty shook her head. “Daddy looks like a man. I’m a girl. If I look like him, that’s not too good…” Her little mouth kept moving. “If I look like him, wouldn’t I then look like a man? I might have a beard.” Betty shuddered at the mere thought. “I don’t want a beard…” She wanted to be a little princess with fair, dewy skin. Diana was always defeated by Betty’s strange yet cute logic.

I recited "You bite me with your ugly-smelling teeth, Latifa, you won't go scout-free this time," Betty said, holding her wrist and she chased me around the apartment. certainly not Wendy climbing the sofa, trying to catch me from the other side of the room. And they did. I like it sometimes when Betty spanks my ass for being an asshole. "5000 ways to burn calories begins with you Latifa, hehehe" Wendy giggled as she grabbed some drinks from the fridge. Whisky.

All I have to do is act a little and you will be on the streets. And Betty knew that she was being serious because she had tasted how evil she can be so she nodded her head so that she can let go of her hair, she was hurting her. She gave her one last look and went out of the room. Betty was left breathless, the woman was not an easy one to deal with and she had to be careful next time.

In the beginning, when I bought Ava, I wasn't she if she was my mate. But her wolf was too weak, she appeared to be a mere human then. And when her wolf came out, my wolf did believe her to be our mate. But her wolf died. She's a faye now. She's not really my mate. But I still feel just as strongly for her. I still love her just as much as I did when I bought her. In fact, I love her more now, after knowing that she was just as beautiful as she was inside as she was from the outside.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

He was bound by her powers now; unable to communicate with anyone, and he was pissed. “What about the children?” Jack asks. “They are in a special daycare. Their parents do as their told and their children remain safe,” Beta Steve smirks. “And if they do not?” Jack asks. “Let us just say they get a reminder, and then the pup suffers if the parents do not do as is expected,” Steve smirks.

He shot me a quick wink as Fayola smiled down at me. She was tall and lithely built, but her arms and legs were thick with muscle. I had to look up to meet her brown eyes, and they were dark, too, far darker than my warm brown ones; they glinted with power as she looked over my petite frame. “Think, Young Luna,” she said kindly, a small smile fluttering about her plump, glossy lips. “Alpha Felix gave you a speech earlier. Did he mention anything about the Bison tribe?”