Missy Beckett Novels & Stories

"Lyse, chin up! You must have fallen hard for Jasper because you saw something in him. You didn't waste your youth on him. What can we say other than the two of you aren't destined for each other." "I thought I had good taste in men. I thought my lover was the perfect man. Looking back, I must have been blind …" Alyssa's phone vibrated. It was a call from Sean. "Sean, what's wrong?" She picked up the call. "Ms. Alyssa! I finally got hold of you. The signal on your side is so crappy!" Sean gulped in excitement and went on, "Check Twitter's livestream feed now! Betty Beckett is live-streaming a press conference. She's offering a public apology to our hotel employee."

I knew Tanner never liked anything about me, but to send me to my death is next-level shit. She concluded her speech by asking the lady sitting next to her to introduce herself to me since we would be working together on this case to uncover the truth. "Hi, I'm Sandra Baker, the accountant of Milky Way Publishing Company." I was more confused than ever; what all this has to do with me is something I can't fathom. I had asked Tanner to hand the case over to the authorities since she couldn't handle it herself, but she just wouldn't listen.

I frown and nod. "I’m Jessica, Damon’s wife. Beckett is my brother-in-law. Damon asked me to take you for a walk while my in laws leave..." she says I nod, I get up from the floor. I promised Damon I would leave before they came out. "They’re taking this real hard everyone is." She says softly. I nod. "The entire station is in the waiting room to hear news about his condition." My throat feels clogged up. "I know... Growing up Beckett was my best friend; I grew up living right next door. Beckett has always been a great guy, even as a little kid. So I know a lot of people want him to be alright if that makes sense." She shrugs her shoulders.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

I said in a mocking tone, but she was unaware of my knowledge of their rendezvous; she thought I was just touched. “Okay, as long as you are okay with it,” Trisha said, “I will talk to you later.” I see her crying uncontrollably before she starts calling Miles again, “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Brian’s amused voice rings. “Well, you do have a way to make a girl feel special, Mr. Beckett,” I respond. He had hired a private investigator for me and had hired people to send all of Miles’ conquest pictures of him when he cheats on them.

Her hands turned cold in nervousness as she read the contents of the paper once again. "Long time no see. It’s been a long 10 years isn’t it, Miss Alisha Meyer?" .............

I look down and find a card still stuck on it. I sighed and took the card, insert mine and draw some money, then making sure that I tuck my card safely in my pocket. I inspecting the previous card. I was just about to bring it to the shopkeeper boy, just in case someone went back to search for it, when I flip the card and read the contact information behind it, written with a marker. [If you find this card, please call my number, Moira Stephan.] A phone number written below. A pang surged in my chest. Why did moon goddess did this to me? It's been eight years since I left her, yet now our fate aligned again by an ATM machine.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

I really want to make him disappear, and I know that Ty feels the same way. They walk over to our table, and every step she takes has me mesmerized. “I told you that I hate when you call me Mikky.” Aston throws his head back and laughs. “I’m Mikayla.” As she looks around the table, her name settles into my bones, and my body vibrates in satisfaction. “Alpha Mikayla Davis.” Just like that, my body numbs. She’s an Alpha, and I’m simply a Gamma. There’s no way she’s going to want me.

LUKE: What do you want eventually? There was a pause before she replied. MISSY: A bakery. I read the answer twice. LUKE: Really? MISSY: Small at first. Warm, simple, somewhere people can sit without being rushed. I’d still make videos, but the bakery would be real. For some reason, I could picture it. Missy behind a counter dusted with flour. No cameras. No reporters. No Chase standing nearby. Just her. LUKE: You should do it. The message felt too direct, but I sent it anyway.