Sharing Beatrice Novels & Stories

‘After all, it looks like that’s the only thing we’ll ever be. Patience and Elmo exchanged glances and in their eyes the same sentiment swam: This day needs to end, and it needs to end now. *** Beatrice went to bed in turmoil. Her mind was a raging torrent of images that threatened to sweep her away, tumbling and reeling and sucking her downwards until she drowned in the emotion of it all. She had found a kindred spirit in Marcus Macbeth, yet felt as though she was losing one of her dearest friends.

The line connected after a few rings and a low male voice sounded from the other side. “It’s rare for you to call me this late, Madam Gray.” Beatrice leaned back slowly against her chair. Her tone was calm. “Something happened.” The man on the other end immediately noticed the bitterness hidden beneath her voice. “What is it?” Beatrice’s eyes turned colder. “The matriarch distributed shares yesterday.” There was a brief pause. “And?” “She gave part of it to Rose.” Silence followed briefly before the man spoke again. “That upset you this much?”

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.

Her expression tightened for just a second, small enough that it would have been missed if anyone wasn’t watching closely. One of her friends followed her line of sight. “Isn’t that Marcus Sterling?” Another leaned in slightly. “That’s your fiancé, right?” A brief pause followed. Then, quieter, “Who’s the woman with him?” All eyes turned to Beatrice. Waiting. She set her glass down carefully, the movement controlled. “Just a business partner,” she said flatly. But her eyes didn’t leave them. Not far from their table, another presence had also taken notice.

Maria introduced, nervously. "Nice meeting you" He shook hands with her. "Am..am her best friend Michelle" "Nice meeting you, Michelle" He also shook hands with her. "Excuse me" Beatrice said to them and walked away with Brandon. "Brandon touched me...like he shook hands with me, omg! I can't believe this" Maria screamed in joy. "I can't believe it...he's so nice" Michelle muttered. * "Where are we going to?" Beatrice asked Brandon as she walked beside him.

It was no wonder Beatrice was so dedicated to Shawn. Beatrice followed the same path as in her past life, taking advantage of this wave of popularity, and together with Shawn, participated in variety shows and took on advertising gigs, earning a considerable business fee. Beatrice felt proud of herself, and the first thing she did was come to me to show off. "My dear sister, do you know how much money I can make by accepting an advertisement now, or how much I earned from the last variety show?" She took off the sunglasses from her face, showing a hint of disdain.

Beatrice looked at Rayver again and smiled at him. "At least someone is listening to me now." She added and put the pen back in her bag. "Please look for Nate always," Beatrice said, smiling at him bitterly. "I know that he is still hurt at this moment and needs someone to accompany him," Beatrice added, and her tears started to form in her eyes, Rayver saw that, so he looked away. "Tell him thank you for what he did to me," Beatrice said and took a deep breath before she stood up in her seat. "It was a nice memory to meet him." She added before she walked away from Rayver, who was stunned to his place as he witnessed her crying.

Close enough that only she could hear him over the noise. “You think because you won a game, you can sit at my table?” Beatrice tilted her head. Cold smile, but her eyes were molten. “Cute.” Florian mirrored her tilt. “I don’t want your table, Beatrice Wolfe.” He said her full name. Like he has practiced it. “I want your attention. And now I have it.” He popped the shuttlecock up, caught it between two fingers, and winked. Beatrice’s jaw ticked. Once. That was her tell. She snatch a microphone from a reporter,Only her girls knew what she's going to do. She angrily threw the mic

she said sweetly, clearly enjoying herself. “I had no intention of interrupting your uhh….little session.” Her gaze flicked to me full of teasing. “And besides,” she added. “I have a date with your wife and Diana today.” “This isn't over Malyshka,” Adrik whispered into my ear as he bit my earlobe. I slid off the machine awkwardly, tugging the hem of my shirt down even as my cheeks burned. Adrik muttered something under his breath, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his chest as he shot his sister a murderous look which made her grin wider.

"Don't be angry. It's all in the past. It means that god has opened your eyes and let you see through him. Otherwise, he might be the next Byron!" She leaned against my chest. She was shaking continuously, breathing heavily, regulating her emotions. "How did you know that he has already married Hazelyn?" I was surprised. Theoretically, she shouldn't know what was happening outside while locked up. When Beatrice heard my question, she smirked, "Do you think Hazelyn would be so low profile? She flaunts her achievements in front of me! While she had me locked up, she beat me and told me everything she did."