Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

{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.

Marco. Immediately Mr. Beak ordered his hired men to find out where the woman was. Then Mr Beak is currently just returning to his study, Mr Beak is currently pretending not to feel well. Mr. Beak plans not to participate in the rebate with Mr. Marco, not long after. As Mr. Beak had expected, a beautiful woman started knocking on his office door. The woman was the secretary, the woman told Mr. Beak that there would be a meeting soon and Mr. Beak was asked to prepare immediately.

"Cause if you are...then I understand. I totally understand. But I'm a friend of 'Mrs. Beckett.' though. Here's my ID, we share the same surname. Family. Okay? You have nothing to worry about." "Well..." she looked at my ID, skeptical. Still skeptical, but then she said. "I want to help sir, but... Mrs. Serena Beckett really isn't here. She got checked out after the accident and is now being treated at the Morris Clinic 6 blocks from here. Mr Beckett's assistant- "Woah, hold on." I cut her off, confused. Laughing lightly. "What? Can you...can you repeat that?" "I said Mrs.Serena Beck-

*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."

Mrs Becky on air is a thing of joy for her, she was more than happy to experience that in her mind and her looking it shows there was joy overflow, and she said at last Cynthia has made me proud, how suffering was never in vain, she has started putting her and taking her all over the world just as she promised. Before she landed from the airplane Cynthia and Racheal was already at the airport waiting for her arrival, as they watch the airplane landing they guess it was her mom airline as Racheal quickly recognize their state airplane and they move tow the direction of the plane park and the see her mother coming out of the airplane, it was really one of their best moments, because they both

“But why don’t I, your wife, get that same treatment?” The room exploded into frantic whispers. Necks craned and eyes darted between the three of them. Elena soaked it in, chin held high. “Since we’re doing introductions: I am Elena Jeffery, Anthony’s wife. And that woman over there? She's just the mistress.” Standing off to the side, Becky didn't hide her triumph; a slow, dark smile spread across her lips.

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.