Subaru X Beatrice Novels & Stories

No questions asked, they jumped in, and the vehicle sped off. “Stefan is going to hate me for this, but you girls deserves better,” Beatrice said from the driver’s seat driving as fast as she could. “Where are we going?” Dorothy asked, voice low. Beatrice sighed. “There’s only one person I trust. I’m sure he’ll take us in.” Everest Stock Exchange Stefan sat in his office, staring blankly at the files in front of him. A knock broke his focus. Griffin stepped in.

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

​Beatrice Vane did not arrive with the roar of engines or the flash of tactical gear. She arrived like a shadow, slipping into the private terminal of Lagos under a diplomatic passport that hadn't been flagged in a decade. She was dressed in charcoal silk, her eyes—a colder, more brittle silver than Julian’s—scanning the humid horizon with utter disdain. ​"The humidity is offensive," Beatrice remarked, stepping into a waiting black SUV. "Silas always had a penchant for the dramatic. Building a fortress in a swamp was his final vanity."

She knew she was bad at making connections or warming up to other people so she always held herself in a stoic manner. “Uhm reduce the speed please?” Arya said from behind the car and Beatrice nodded, for a second there she had forgotten she was at the wheels of a car. She could hear Vanessa and Candice chuckling from behind her and Avalors had his seatbelt fastened as he stared at her with a cautious gaze. She exhaled and stopped the car. “Will you drive?” She turned to Avalors. “Please,” the man replied, getting out of the car quickly before she would decide to change her mind. Beatrice realized she must have been going way too fast to actually scare Avalors. She exhaled and shifted into h

"Hindi na, Anabelle! Malapit na nga akong mahimatay sa pagpipili natin ng mga damit at sapatos, dadagdagan mo pa? No! Ayoko na!" Natawa siya sa sinabi ko. Puwes ako, hindi na ako natutuwa. Pumunta na kami sa parking lot para sumakay na sa kanyang SUV. Napasulyap ako sa billboard poster na nasa harap lang ng mall. Nanlalaki ang mga matang nakita ko ang larawan ni Beatrice na nakasimangot ang mukha habang nakapamewang at may lipstick brand na dala.

“Thank you!” Beatrice appreciated the driver with a warm smile on her face after paying him and getting down from his cab. The driver nodded in response with a smile before he drove off while Beatrice turned around facing the complex building of the Jay Suites. She inhaled sharply and made her way into the building just then Ben arrived, parking his Lamborghini car in a suitable place before he got out of his car. 'I'm sure she got down here,' He told himself, staring at the big building and using his index finger to adjust the black shades he was wearing on the bridge of his nose to get a clearer view.

He then extinguished his cigarette and prepared to leave. Just then, a white Mercedes-Benz slowly pulled up. Out stepped an elderly woman with silver hair. Wilson recognized her instantly. It was the matriarch of the Farrow family. Could Justin have called her, hoping she would say a few kind words on his behalf? As far as he knew, Serena cared quite a bit about Beatrice. A sudden jolt of panic hit Wilson. Beatrice began walking toward the floor where Serena was. After only a few steps, her expression turned to one of pain. She reached for her chest and slowly crouched down.

And there was something both appealing and comforting about that. So, on that fateful night, Beatrice tossed a few things into her suitcase and made her way down to the hotel lobby. With her hair freshly done, and her new Hermes scarf wrapped around her neck, she stepped out into the cool night. A sleek back Maybach pulled up and the door opened. As Beatrice slid in, she immediately saw Corloni. He was alone in the back seat of the car. “You made a good decision,” was all he said as the car took off. Beatrice had a hundred questions, but he didn’t seem like the sort of man who wanted to answer questions. So she just kept her mouth shut. And in turn, Corloni appreciated her silence.

As she did, her eyes lighted up and her lips curved upwards into a smile. "It's great isn't it?" Beatrice asked with a content smile. "Yeah, it is," Mackenzie answered with a grateful smile. Miss Beatrice right here was a short-haired brunette woman and she was quite gifted in the right areas. Her face did not match her loud personality— She had an innocent disposition and her jean blue eyes and sulky lips accentuated that quality of hers. "Now the rest of you can try the fish sticks," Beatrice placed the plate on the table and the girls hovered over it.

After Barrett stared at Garrett, they chose to use Beatrice’s car. Everyone went outside, and after Barrett had locked the gate with its remote, they entered Beatrice's car. Pearl and Barrett sat in the front seats of the car, while Garrett and Pearl sat in the back seats. “What’s the hospital’s address?”. Beatrice asked Barrett. “Just drive straight”. This was Barrett's reply to Beatrice. Beatrice slightly furrowed her eyebrows and stared at Barrett. ‘I should just drive straight’. She thought and hesitated. As Barrett stared at her, she turned her face away from him and started the car, before she drove off.