Loid X Becky Novels & Stories

we have known each other forever; Rebecca was so much smarter than I am. "Ken called and said she's on her way. Does Mr. handsome know?" she asks I shake my head no, "No Kyler doesn’t know. I want to sort this out while he is out of the country and since Casey is here might as well do it now" I tell her "Your assistant?" she asks eyeing Rose "Yes, I trust her" I nod "Okay little Miss assistant, I'm Dr Xiao. But everyone at the hospital calls me Dr Becca." Becca introduces herself

‘I think I’m dying sooner than I had expected’, I said. ‘What did you have a dream?’ ‘No!’ ‘A vision?’ ‘NO!’. ‘You know I can’t see my own future’, I reminded him for what felt like the hundredth time. ‘Then what’s up?’. ‘Beck Jameson happened’, I said and TB’s face lost all the colour in it. He didn’t like Beck one bit well the story is, Beck had shot someone that night at the high school dance in freshman year and that someone was Maggie Richards, the one girl TB had been so crazy about since pre-school? I had been the one who told him who had shot her because he forced me to look into it but I wasn’t sure if it was Beck the one thing that I was certain I had seen was the hoodie, the back

"Micheal." The air was thick with tension, our standoff silent but charged. My wolf, restless inside me, paced in my mind, ears pinned back. Then, the door swung open. Becky stepped in, her long hair cascading over her frail shoulders, her lips trembling as crystalline tears shimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself had personally crafted her to inspire pity. Her voice was soft, weak, as if merely speaking was draining the life from her.

But her hair was darker, and her scent wasn’t quite right. “…Becky,” I said, still not sure what I believed. “That’s right,” she said, grinning. “Have you seen one of my shows?” “Becky is still working her way up the ranks at the theater,” Tony said. “Right now, she’s just a chorus girl.” Becky immediately glared at Tony, another look I was so familiar with, the similarities were shocking. “Are you related to Olivia?” I asked. Returning her expression to me, Becky’s face softened as she shrugged. “Maybe distant cousins or something. Honestly, I’m not sure. My dad split on my mom and me when she was pregnant, so maybe there’s something there.”

Xavier's POV Becca moved like a worm in my arms as I pull her with me from the club room to her SUV. She drank too many liquor and she's now weak as leaf. I yanked the door to the backseat of her SUV open and I dropped her. Moving from the backseat, she held my arms and yanked me closer I fell on her arms and she grabbed my lips with her lips smooching me.

"Better for me? You think you know what's better for me?" Becky's voice remained calm. "Leo is not right for you. He's your dad's rival, a full-time enemy." I bristled. "That doesn't make him entirely bad." Becky's expression turned frustrated. "But Lisa, think about it. What could you possibly see in him?” I crossed my arms. "You know nothing about Leo. Don't pretend to understand." Becky's eyes locked onto mine. "I know he's using you." I shook my head. "You don't know anything." Becky's voice softened.

Becky rolls her eyes at me after she manages to give me the final stitch. ‘You’re the Lord of our coven, who's supposed to be strong and powerful, yet here you are being the biggest sook over a few stitches.’ ‘You just gave me six stitches on my arm and another fourteen on my chest! So that’s more than a few stitches.’ ‘The lion’s breath was supposed to make you brave and not sook the entire time. Must have been a dud bottle,’ Becky laughs.

Chapter 85 Lucas Brown ~•~ I was in a heated argument with Becky because she was stressing me out. She wanted me to accompany her to her check-up, even after I warned her not to contact me until Layla left. Jamie offered to go with her, but she didn’t want Jamie. She wanted me to drive her there and stay with her until she was down. According to her, she wanted emotional support from the father of her child. The same father she trapped. The same man she blackmailed. The same man she knew was in love with someone else.

And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder. My stomach dropped. Not again. I kept talking. Something about affordable housing, about student rights. My voice sounded normal. Steady. Like my hands weren't shaking. Like I wasn't watching the video loop again, and again, and again. Beck's face contorted with rage, his fist raised, another student-athlete crumpling against the concrete.

Beck pushes herself away from the wall where she was leaning and starts to clap slowly as she approaches me. “Wow, everyone!” she says in a sarcastic tone. “Wasn’t that a lovely speech from our Princess Ruby?” She stops clapping once she’s in front of me and glares at me with her one uncovered eye. “You are no Lycan,” she growls. Beck reaches out with both hands. Her hands meet my body and she shoves... Hard. Before I can catch my balance, I’m falling backwards, then colliding with the water with a loud splash.