Rue Bennett Novels & Stories

"Please, if you do, come forward." Desmond stands. "I do." All eyes were on him. I just know he's going to try to ruin this; his hand has been quite itchy on that tie. My stepsister is embarrassed at her husband's lack of decorum. "She's not the CEO!" He points at me. "I know her; her real name is Lavanda Beckett." And out of all the surnames, Desmond picked his. It's sooo pitiful hearing him. The blogs keep taking snaps of him. Tonight will make a bloody headline.

The necklace Ariana had just picked up to flaunt in front of Rue was slapped from her hand. It crashed onto the floor. The beads shattered and scattered everywhere. Ariana froze. Then her face twisted with fury. “Rue Blackwood, have you lost your mind? How dare you smash jewelry that Julian Vanderbilt gave me?” “You’d better pray that the information you gave me about Zach Sterling is real. Otherwise, next time, I won’t just stop at smashing your worthless junk.” A dangerous glint flashed through Rue’s eyes. Ariana was furious. Stomping her foot, she shouted, “Rue, just you wait! I won’t let this go!”

"Dad, mom, I'm sorry I made you worry." Mrs. Bennet sighed quietly. "We're always worried about you. Look at Rue, if only you can be half as comforting as her." Mr. Bennet snorted coldly. "I'd be grateful if she's a third as competent as Rue, let alone half as good as her!" Rue narrowed her eyes and yelped innocently. She held onto Rachel's shoulder and pulled down her collar, exposing the bruise marks on her neck and shoulders, as well as the startling amount of love bites all over her body!

She sees an old cupboard, a very old one standing at the right corner of the door. Ramantha walks to the cupboard and opens it. She coughs as all the dust resting on the door and inside attacks her. She takes a few steps back and Emma walks to the cupboard, to see what's inside. "She loved AI." Ramantha speaks. "She served us very well." She says while taking something out of it. A dagger, with the mark of AI. But there's one more thing at the blade. Blackened, dried, dusted and pungent blood stains.

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

"And what makes you think she knows about your allergy." "Simple, G****e." He shook his head, playing it off cool. "You are not that famous." "Am I not? Do you know who I am Braxton?" I leaned in resting my elbows on my knees. "I'm Beryl fucking Montgomery. I run the largest art company in America. I'm worth more than this house, more than your little madam, and more than you," I pointed a finger at him. And that is when I smell it. Dolce Vita by Dior - the same perfume Cora uses.

In the dungeon… "I can' t believe that arrogant asshole is so ungrateful. Ugh…" Triana groaned, pulling her hair. "He imprisoned me! Me…" She put her index against her chest. "Triana Violet Cole, the alpha of the Silver Pack. How could he treat me like this?" She snorted, pacing back and forth in a stormy momentum. "He didn't give a damn about me saving his life. I've never seen such an insensitive person before. Huh." She let out a profound sigh, flailing her arms in the air.

Only broken by the actions of those who are evil. She was Rue, a powerful hybrid that's my mate, my woman and future queen of the wolves. Nothing less. "I think I rather you like this, cute and not so rude." I teased resting my forehead on hers. She lets out a tiny growl but I just chuckled for I knew the witch would never hurt me. Rȗҽ

she replied. “If your daughter had walked into the court in place of this young lady.” Mia pointed to the intruder. “begging to have her case heard. Would you still protest about the time or will you make exceptions?” Margaret remained quiet and Mia turned from her over to the young maiden. “What is your name?” “I’m Rue, of the house Bakkare.” “Rue, what’s your case?” “My father just passed to the life beyond and now we are being forced to leave our homes!”

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.