Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

*TESSA* About five minutes later,Mathew came out of the bathroom. I immediately went up to him. Even though I was smiling, my tone was extremely hurried as I said, "Mr. Reyes, I'm the accountant from the accounting firm,Tessa Beckett.I have something important to discuss with you. Can you give me five minutes?" Mathew looked very unhappy. "Miss Beckett, I'm here for the charity party tonight. I don't want to talk about anything related to work. I'm sorry."

He stepped into the kitchen with a woman behind him. She was younger than Clara had been, maybe in her mid-twenties, with neat brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail and a simple dark uniform that looked freshly pressed. Her head stayed lowered. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Everything about her posture said she was trying to take up as little space as possible. I set the spatula down and gave Lucien a surprised look. He met my eyes without hesitation, then gestured slightly toward the woman. “This is Becky,” he said. “She will assist you with Elias.”

It reminded me starkly of the contrast between the woman I loved and the impostor standing before me. "Mr. Beckett has been asking for you," I said, watching as recognition and terror flooded her features. Mr. Beckett is a powerful business tycoon whom Megan allegedly seduced and extorted into securing an eight-digit deal, despite his marital status. He also owned the villa that mysteriously burned down. "He's been searching for you since your sudden disappearance from Highland Hills, Surely, you're aware of your misdeeds. He's furious, and I can only guess what he plans to do to you," I warned.

" She sang out and I sighed before walking into Mrs Beck's classroom for our admin period. Sitting around doing nothing will only make me think. And I really don't want to think right now. "Hey, Liv, who is not my favorite student in the whole wide world." Mrs. Beck said before winking at me. "Hello, Mrs. Beck, who is not my favorite teacher in the world," I said before winking back at her. "I come bearing gifts." She said and I looked at her in disbelief. "I know you were upset about Cole yesterday, who is not your brother. So I got you my special brownies to calm your soul down." She said before winking at me again.

“I think the police have them already.” “Good. I hope they hang them.” Hang? They hang people here? “I’m off to walk Heracles, now it’s finally stopped raining.” “Enjoy your walk.” “I’ll do just that. You, too!” And she looks sideways at Danica, who cannot help but blush. The doors close, and Mrs. Beckstrom disappears. “She’s been my neighbor since forever. She’s about a thousand years old, and she’s batty.” “Batty?” “Crazy,” he explains. “And don’t be fooled by that dog. He’s a vicious little bastard.”

I went out of my penthouse and shut the door, about to leave. But, out of the 5 men dressed in black, two of them came and blocked my path. “Please stay, Miss Jennifer”. Mrs Becky said to me, making me turn to her and see a smile on her face. One glance at her, and one might mistake her for a polite and good hearted woman. But I knew that it was because of her that these guys had blocked my path, refusing me from leaving. “Please, what is the meaning of this, Mrs Becky? I clearly mentioned that I have somewhere important to be right now”. I said to her, and knew that if these guys continued to block my path, I was going to tear off my fake character and make them regret messing with me.

{PS: There are two Becky in this story. One is Adira's Aunt, and the other is the chairwoman of Glizzy jewelry company} Mrs Becky’s pov, After I was certain my brat of a grandson had left my ward, my half-dead eyes opened wide and became lively, before Caro helped me sit up on the bed. “Brat. Must I put on such an act before he will listen to me and set his life on the right path?”. I muttered and slightly shook my head as I replayed his sad reaction in my mind.

"Hello Mia, welcome to our home." "Thank you Gio. I umm..." she looked down and saw Becky at his feet and then looked back up at him, the question obvious on her face. "You remember Becky Long, my head of our legal department?" "Yes, can I ask why she is wearing ears and a tail and nothing else?"

“I can't believe my daughter is all grown and married, so sad I couldn't be present there to witness it all, and even though I did go to meet her, is Becky speaking to her anyway? Becky contemplated by herself the pain of not being able to be very close to her daughter, even though she was so close. She looked into the picture Mrs. Thompson, Aella's grandma, who also happened to be her mother-in-law gave her. She looked at how beautiful her daughter is, how elegant, and how much she looked just like her. With all the things Mrs. Thompson had explained to her that Aella had passed through with Maggie, accepting another mother figure into her life would be a tedious work, which she was very mu

Kael came in from the porch just as the first strips of weak light slipped through the blinds. His boots tracked mud, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion, but his jaw was set like he’d swallowed a fight whole. He didn’t look at Riven right away. Mrs. Bea was already at the stove, her back straight, her hair pinned up neat like always. She moved slow, deliberate, the kettle clattering down with more force than needed. “You boys look like death warmed over,” she said without turning, voice steady but sharp.