Subaru X Beatrice Novels & Stories

The black sedan glided smoothly through the narrow, winding roads of the neighborhood, the tires crunching on the gravel as it approached Chase's mansion. Beatrice Aniston gazed out of the window, her eyes hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses as her driver, Mr. Patterson navigated the vehicle expertly. As the mansion loomed into view, Beatrice's heart quickened with anticipation. She had decided to pay Chase a surprise visit, a decision she knew would irk him.

Five minutes past, there was no sight of Anita or a car. Anna was starting to think they already came earlier before them, and had gotten everything done with. Black was about to utter a word, when they saw a flashlight, a car was coming into the direction. "That's Mrs Beatrice car, she got a new car recently." Black spoke up. They watch as the car drove straight heading towards a mansion, and quickly and quietly followed the car behind. The car stopped in front of a building, and Beatrice hopped out of the car, alongside Anita.

Caitlin reminded them. “Oh? You prepared a gift for me?” Beatrice asked in surprise. At this point, Bruce stepped forward, holding a beautifully crafted picture frame. He and Arthur carefully displayed it. Inside the frame was a vivid, detailed illustration of a grand family gathering, filled with warmth and happiness. At the bottom of the picture, in elegant golden lettering, were the words “Happy Birthday, Beatrice.” Elder Xenos’s eyes lit up when he saw the painting. “Wow, this is amazing!”

"I don't know, and she didn't tell me. I was too scared to ask. She looked really young, maybe in her 20s." A young woman in her 20s... Zara's mind was spinning fast, and then it hit her—she had met Beatrice at this hospital! Beatrice had been in a car crash, where she hurt her leg. She was in a wheelchair when she and Zara had bumped into each other. Zara even had a bit of a showdown with Beatrice and her mom. Zara quickly pulled out her phone, flipped through it, and found a photo of Beatrice. "Is this her?"

And heaven knows I didn't want to be rude to her. "Can I drop you off?" "What?" "You're getting ready so I thought maybe you're going out or something. Mind if I drop you off?" She asked me again, her voice so gentle and melodious. Who wouldn't want to hitch a ride with Beatrice Cooper? "Hell yeah." * "So," She started midway into our drive. I was seated with her on the backseat of a shiny orange-brown Ferrari. It was almost as if they had all the cars for every outfit they wear. Life of the filthy rich.

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

I rolled my eyes dragging her with me. "Bye Mom!" We cooed out loudly, making our way out of the house. "Moron!" I muttered. "What did you just say?" Beatrice asked with narrowed eyes. "No-Nothing!" I stuttered knowing fully well, I'm looking for a death sentence from Beatrice. "Humph!" Beatrice snickered as she got into her blue sports car. I sat at the passenger seat making myself comfortable. "Yeah, baby! Cinema here we come," Beatrice Screamed as she turned on the stereo system in her car.

“Don't worry, I'll help you.” We were in the backseat playing with Beatrice. After talking with Doc Martinez earlier, he said that we could take Beatrice home because she's doing better now. He'll just visit the house for her checkup. She was combing my hair. When I combed her hair, she got sleepy. She's sleeping on my lap now like an angel. I couldn't help but stare at her for a long time. She's such a beautiful child. Men will really go crazy for Beatrice when she grows up. Maybe her mother is beautiful. After all, Boss Blue wouldn't marry someone who isn't beautiful.

Nate said, so Beatrice suddenly got something in her pocket. "This is us." She said as she showed Nate the picture of her with her sister. "This is me with the pink dress, and this is her with her favorite color yellow dress." She said so. Nate was amazed as he saw that they were similar to each other. Every angle of them is the same. "It looks like you're a Xerox copy," Nate commented, making Beatrice laugh. "That's what every person told us," Beatrice said, putting the picture on the tombstone. "The only difference is our personality," Beatrice said and smiled as she remembered how stubborn she was while Margarett was like a golden retriever, a very good person in everyone's eye.