Life & Beth Review Novels & Stories

Even Beth, whose stillness seemed natural rather than effortful, kept her eyes moving in small, careful stares, analyzing everyone's reactions before allowing herself one. I studied Roman because Zane had told me to. He studied me right back, openly, like you would an opponent whose strengths you hadn't yet measured. I held his gaze longer than was probably wise, because looking away first felt like conceding and Sloane would never agree to concede. She never does. "So," Beth said, turning toward me with a supposed polite interest. "How are you finding married life? Considering where we are coming from, you know." she asked. "I am sure you are enjoying yourself with our dear Zane here.” She

“Yeah. It is cheesy coming from you.” My heart hurts seeing her like this in the infirmary bed. “The director said you will heal soon but your memories of the torture—” Beth gives me a bright smile. “I’m going to be fine, Taylor. I know I look weak, but I promise I’m not. When we …” her voice falters, “… that first day we met, I knew my brother wanted me dead, and he would find a way to get me killed here or something. I overheard him. I wasn’t—I had nothing to live for, Taylor. I had nobody. I didn’t even want to live. And then, I met you. I know it sounds silly, but you felt like home. From that first moment, you made me feel as if I wasn’t alone anymore.”

But now, there was no doubt—she was his, and he was hers. As he walked through the garden to collect his thoughts, Spencer couldn’t help but think about how much Shelly had transformed his world. Before her, life had been steady but uninspiring—work, gym, casual outings with Simon and Timmy, and the occasional family dinner. Now, everything felt brighter. Every moment with Shelly felt purposeful, like he was building something meaningful.

I was about to choose something when Beth's voice sliced through the silence," girl hurry up! You've been staring at the same shirts for twenty minutes!" I shrieked as it felt like my soul left my body with how badly she'd scared me. Beth had left shortly before giving birth while the betas were at war with Harvest Moon. They'd sent her to a neighboring pack for protection. She'd given birth weeks ago but was just now making her way back since she'd recovered slowly. Apparently the birth had been rough.

My eyes widened, “You can do that, Beth?” “Yes, I can.” “Prove it.” I said calmly. “As long as you agree to my terms and conditions.” Beth replied, her eyes firm and unwavering. “What are your terms and conditions?” “Become my disciple, learn my skill and pass it on to the nearest generation. That way, when I die, at least my knowledge will live forever.” I looked at Beth hesitantly. “You're not much older than me, why are you talking about death? When you travel, you can meet others and train them as your disciples.”

I growl. “I’ll talk to you however I want and I can fucking swear if I want this is my mouth,” she fires back. “Lena loved you. She didn’t throw that away for some random guy on a beach to fuck. And you didn’t even talk to her, did you. You just believed what you were shown and went fucking nuclear.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snap. “I know you,” Beth says. “You’ve always been like this. Someone whispers something in your ear and you run with it instead of asking fucking questions.”

Seth looked at Zara with eyes full of hatred and replied, “I don’t have any relationship with Miss Pearson. When I was doing Grade 12, I received a scholarship from the Pearson Group, and I studied Biochemistry. Two months ago, Miss Pearson approached me and informed me that she needed lethal poison to kill the rats in her apartment. She told me that she had tried everything, but nothing was working. When I refused to adhere to her instructions, she told me that I had used her family's money to become a biochemist, and I owed her. Then she gave me the peanuts and asked me to mix them with the lethal poison. She instructed me to deliver the package to Miss Becky.

Before I could say anything else, she chirped " Oh, then I will join you." I couldn't say anything else but, "Sure, no problem" at that point. " I'll be right over", Beth said. About 45 minutes later the doorbell rang and it was Beth. As she passed me in the open door, I immediately smelled a fresh, powdery fragrance, with a slight hint of perfume. I figured she was just out of the shower. She had on jeans and a "T" shirt, something which I have rarely seen her wear. I got her a TV tray and set her up on the end of the sofa with a plate. We watched TV , ate and chatted for a good while. The program went off at 8 p.m., and there wasn't much else coming on. "How about some wine ?", Beth asked.

His eyes suddenly shot to stare at the camera lens instead and he looked delirious to Sia. “ They were living a happy life. A perfect life. A complete life. They loved each other and to add to their happiness another life came to their house. A girl born to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. The day she was born, Luther Martin threw a huge party. He called the people from all around the world and announced to them about the birth of their daughter. He named her Sia Martin that day. ” A gasp left Sia's mouth as her hand shot to cover her mouth. What was he talking about? Tears slipped past Sia's eyes as her sobs rang in the room. Her head was spinning with all of it. Was it another one of Lucas's

That steadied me more than his hand could have. I looked at Beth, then back to Eleanor. “Beth is not my mouse. She is my friend. Which means she has stood beside me in dressing rooms, hospital waiting areas, cheap kitchens, bad rehearsals, worse auditions, and lately, the kind of nightmare most people in this hallway would turn into charity gossip by breakfast.” Beth’s face changed. I did not stop. “She is funny when I cannot breathe. Brave when nobody asked her to be. Loyal without an audience. And if you think any of that makes her smaller than the women in this room, then your imagination is more limited than your manners.”