Missy Beckett Novels & Stories

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

………………………… “you look so beautiful Lizzy.” “thanks, you look like a princess like a real Disney princess.” I said back to Becca and she sure did look like a real Disney princess. We were all inside Noah’s car, my first time in Noah’s car by the way. And it looked and smelt so good. He has been quiet for most of the ride maybe because I told him I can’t find Kiri and her phone anymore and our plan just got ruined or maybe because he just wants to be quiet. After Kiri stomped out of the ball room, she never once returned, and the worst part is she left with her phone. I do not get what that girl’s problem is.

Is she okay? I opened the door, the creaking sound from the door was eerie, I think I understand why people fear the principal's office so much. Even the principal looks so intimidating, she looks like she can see past your soul and judge you accordingly with those piercing gaze and bold shade of red lipstick. Her eyebrow was highly arched as she says with a slightly scary voice, "Are you Angelo Cruz?" I nodded. She offered me as seat and proceeded, "I'm the principal. You can call me Dean Alice."

it was half passed eleven that same morning when my phone snoozed through my ears. Church wasn't my think despite how hardly I would have wanted to go. the scary eye sights had me glued in my house every Sunday. so I was already out to the gym about an hour to end. picked it up and spoke through the ear pods. it was an unknown number so I had to politely answer. "Hello?" said I. "hello. Angela? this is Beth. Elizabeth Miller. " Explained she who I already notice cause her voice kept running through my head the previous night and it wasn't an easy thing to get rid of.

Surrounded by open books, printouts, two laptops, and three mugs (possibly yesterday’s coffee). "What the hell is this?" he asked finally. She looked up, blinked at him once, then slowly smirked. "This, Mr. Mason, is war." He stared. "Are those… FBI files?" "No," she said innocently. "But I did call a girl I went to high school with who now works in DC, so... soon." She paused, then pointed to a chart titled: "Operation: Take Down the Queen" with Madison Evans written in the middle and little paper flames drawn around her name.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

The announcer announces the next fight and people move on. My attention is taken by Missy beside me. I didn’t even notice her take a seat beside me... “What are you doing here?” I ask, giving her side eye, how did she even know I was here? “Babysitting your grown ass. Your pup called he was worried something might happen to his master.” She shakes her head. I sigh. Of all the people in Chicago Andre had to call the most annoying one of them all. Cecelia Crosby goes by Missy, she’s a sneaky one, a sharp mouth that makes you want to blow her brains out half the time though she’s great at tracking and anything that required stealth she’s a tiny little human with a great piece of meat between he

{Trigger Warning: Themes of sexual abuse} [Third person POV] “Good evening, Mimi Dawson here, today I come to you with bad news, police are on the search for successful entrepreneur Ellen Mule, in suspicion with the kidnapping of Kaleah Beckett and her daughter Zoey Beckett yesterday afternoon outside the mall, if anyone have any information where we could find this monster please contact detective Alexander Ross on the number on the screen, please let us save this innocent woman and her daughter.”