Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

"It wasn't restricted, Julian. It was... unexpected." "She seemed more than just surprised, sir," Julian noted, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "I’ve worked with Ms. Beckett for almost a month now. She’s usually the most composed executive in the room. I’ve never seen her lose her temper like that. What exactly happened back in Willow Creek? Was it a hostile takeover that went south?"

It was short. Becky's pregnant, Master.

Celine's POV. Becky came into my office to greet me, "Welcome, Madam." "Thank you," I smiled at her as I knew that she had been a great help. She donned a silver top and black skirt, and she had a white apron tied around her chest. "Hey, Kaleb. How are you doing?" Becky waved at my son, and he greeted her with a warm smile, "Good afternoon, Aunty Becky." "Afternoon." Becky replied to Kaleb, then she turned to face me and asked, "Do you need anything, madam?"

"Maybe not, but I sure cared about him footing the bills and I'm damn sure your unexpected appearance here has something to do with the fact he's not around to do so any longer. Where's Becky anyway? You haven't been leaving her alone, have you?" "Of course not, I'm her mother, Edward. After our mutual friend hired me on, I hired her into the secretary pool. She's downstairs monotonously copying Trust mailings—remarkably, she's good at it. She does well with clear direction." Mrs. Stiles' head popped out the door to check the outer office area again and Andrew flattened himself against the wall. "And it's most certainly not my fault he jumped. If only he'd succeeded in taking the girl with h

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

Everyone was in agreement that Caine and Della should just leave, except Becky. Becky tried to warn them all that if Caine didn't fight Mister today, that this would never end. She told them that it was best to just face it head on. If not, Mister would certainly never stop coming for them. Even though she didn't want to believe it, deep in her heart Della knew it was true. She dropped her head and she let her tears fall silently. She knew that Caine would never back down. No matter how hard she begged him.

"The dragon is in a mood today." ​She didn't mean Mrs. Gable. She meant Molly. ​A few moments later, Molly Beckett walked in, looking regal in a deep navy silk dress that screamed authority. She didn't look at us like humans; she looked at us like chess pieces. She walked straight to the center of the kitchen, silencing the room with just her presence.

Becca smiled gesturing to the two of us, I wanted to groan out loud, or just tear from them and take off to my house and hide, but I had to keep up with them to raise less suspicion, “Mrs. Williams. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I said taking her hand in mine and nearly threw up when she brought it to her lips. Do they all do that here? “Oh, just call me Ed. Everybody calls me that.” She said nodding to Becca, and all I could do was grin like a mannequin and just stare at them, “What is it that you do, sweetheart?” Oh, here we go. “Isa is a doctor. She owns a clinic in town, that's why she didn’t make it to yesterday’s party and today's tea party. It’s still new.” Becca replied on my behalf

I said as the instructor came to the front. Becky wanted to try out Mr. Peabody. Shit, I don’t blame her. That motherfucker looked good and looked like he can fuck better. I just know he laid that pipe good as hell. I saw why Ms. McBride was walking tall with no complaints. She gets her back blown out on a daily basis. I can’t help but be impressed.

My cheeks blushed instantly. Mom nudged my arm and told me to immediately greet Mrs. Bechaxon. After a brief introduction Mrs. Bechaxon began to give a schedule to be attended. I just learned that she was a woman of panther descent who was married to a sergeant at the Vadawolf Army Institute.