Sharing Beatrice Novels & Stories

“Is this what you wanted? Because you won, Beatrice. She’s dead.” Her mouth parted. “What are you talking about?” “Zara.” I breathed her name like a curse. “She’s dead. She got in an accident this morning after she disappeared two days ago and died at the hospital. So congratulations, Bee. You really stuck the landing on that final act.” Beatrice blinked, stunned into silence. “No… no, that’s not—” “That’s not what?” I snapped. “Not what you wanted? You wanted to humiliate her. Destroy her. You convinced me to be a monster, and I was too spineless to stop it. But you—you loved every second of it. Every second of watching her crumble.”

Slade reached for it, a dark towel slung low around his waist, his damp hair falling over his forehead. “It’s Miranda,” he said, brow furrowing as he answered. “Hello, Miranda.” He listened for a moment, his expression hardening, before placing the call on speaker. “Hey, Rachel,” Miranda’s voice crackled through, breathless, her tone strained with an unfamiliar edge. “Hello, Miranda. Is everything okay?” I asked, tightening my robe as I stepped closer. “Beatrice is begging to see you, Rachel. She says it’s urgent…,” she said, her voice trembling. “To be honest… she isn’t doing well at all.”

read now! Chapter 3 Beatrice sat at the table, and her eyes looked around. Years ago she was part of this group, the Elites. She was still part of them, but her property was being held by the government of the land of Naslish. Sha watched Mel dance with different men. Her sister, after all, was quite a beauty and men loved her. "The Party has just begun, and it seems you're tired." The voice startled her and when she turned..the person with the voice startled her the more.

“ You are welcome. ” Beatrice was getting her nails polished when another set of ladies entered the room. The moment she heard their voices, she was able to figure out who they were. Their appearance screamed wealth and even though her second husband was rich, she knew he couldn't stand beside this woman. “ Have you heard of Joseph Winfrey? ” One of them said and her attention was sparked. “ Of course who hasn't? ” “ I heard he is engaged already. ” “ I did too. He's such a pity that he got engaged to someone unknown. ”

But here he is, making a spectacle of tenderness. She allowed herself to lean into him. Just for a moment. “I’m glad,” he whispered. “There’s no celebration without you.” But just as quickly as that peace washed over her, it was torn away by the sound of heels tapping against the polished marble. She didn’t need to look. She knew that click. That beat. That smell. "Ah, look who finally decided to emerge from hiding once more," Beatrice whispered softly, voice a knife's edge of shattered glass wrapped in silk.

“Please leave Beatrice…” “Alexander, I know you’re angry with me, but I know your love for me, please don’t shut me out” Queen Beatrice begged, she walked toward her fiancé, her heart calm, she was forced to learn how to control it, especially since he could hear it a mile away, she didn’t want to risk him knowing that she was just settling for a while, she had to play it smart this time.

Many shifted uncomfortably, casting wary glances around as they finally shared their stories, revealing the extent of Beatrice's manipulation and cruelty. "It's true," one of the younger females, Mallory, said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted around the group before landing on me with a mix of fear and relief. "Beatrice and Michaela… they make life difficult for anyone they disapprove of, especially if they think you are after a guy they liked."

she said, rolling her eyes as Reese stared at her in disbelief. Lucy had been injected with sedative again as Beatrice wanted to focus solely on Reese. "This is why it isn't good to be selfish. Look at where it brought you. You have no one to help you now. I want these words to sink into your head, so that in your next life, you will be content with what you have and learn to share or sacrifice. It has to sink deep into her head.” She darted her gaze at Jasper. “Please just get this disgusting thing off the earth plane." Beatrice said, looking unbothered if her sister was going to be killed.

she admitted. Brandon cut in, smirking. “High praise, don’t go soft on us.” She flipped him off, grinning. “Fuck you—I’m still me. Just saying that Linda’s back, and it’s good.” My phone buzzed—Beatrice’s name flashing. I snatched it up, my heart kicking. “Yeah, Beatrice?”

*surprised emoji* Bee "Wait oh Dee, you got him to go on a date early this morning?" Danielle took a selfie with the Cafe background, and labelled it "See, I am still in the cafe" Toks "WOW, you got him to go to Jericho so early, Dee I salute you. You be master hands down" Bee "Tuale mama. Your head get oil" Danielle smiling smugly. "Where is Janet when you need her?" Bee "You know she is at the office already by this time and she will only check messages when she have a moment"