Subaru X Beatrice Novels & Stories

"Patience, Hazel. You’ve spent your whole life running from the Board. Don’t you want to meet the woman who actually owns it?" A hidden panel in the wall slid open. It wasn't a door to the outside. It was a large television screen. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman sitting in a high-backed leather chair. She looked like an older version of my mother, but her hair was pure white, and her eyes were a piercing, cold violet. She wore a necklace made of silver teeth. "I am Beatrice," the woman said. "And I have been waiting for you to finish off Arthur. He was always too loud. Too messy. He thought he could lead, but he was just a guard dog I kept in a suit."

"Let me out of this car right now, unlock the doors!" "Mina, wait, please don’t run away!" Beatrice cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate sob. "Please, I am begging you, just stay and listen to me for one minute. Please don't hang up!" I froze, my hand hovering over the door handle. Beatrice King never begged anyone for anything, she was the proudest, most ruthless woman I had ever met, hearing her beg sparked a curiosity in me.

Sebastian doesn’t hesitate; he opens them with the energy of a child on Christmas morning. "Wow!" he exclaims. Before I can react, he pulls me into a passionate kiss, making me fall on my back on the couch. I start laughing against his lips. He is beaming with a happiness that is completely infectious. "I want to go see it!" Sebastian says, his eyes bright with excitement as he leads the way. We head to the garage, and there they are. "Wow" I say, the sight of them hitting me all over again. It’s a BMW X5, matte black, sports edition. Just wow.

The truth about Damian didn’t change the fact that Lady Beatrice and Ellena were still dangerous. “I know,” Sheina hissed, pulling away from Julian’s grip. “I won’t let that happen. I’ll stick to the plan. I’ll make them regret throwing me away.” — 03:00 AM – Xavier Mansion A luxurious black car stopped in front of the Xavier mansion gate. Damian’s driver helped him out. Damian was still mumbling softly, repeating Camila’s name over and over. Lady Beatrice stood on the second-floor balcony, watching her son with a cold gaze. She signaled the head servant to bring Damian inside and clean him up.

She pulled her jacket around her as she locked up and ran down the stairs. “Hey Rosalie.” I voice gently spoke causing her to scream and run. She hid behind the other side of the mobile home. She hadn’t realized the blue Subaru WRX parked in the drive way. Brent smacked his forehead with his palm as he gently stepped over. “Its okay Rosalie, its Brent. We met at Mama Chika’s Café.” “I’m sorry.” Rosalie spoke really upset as she stepped back around the home. She

"We've not been through anything yet, and quite frankly, knowing you're my friends—my only friends in the entire world, it would be bad on my part if I had the means to help, and I didn't. So tonight, as we celebrate Jake, I'll like to add one more person to the list. Beatrice. This restaurant is now yours." Beatrice arched her brow in surprise. "B's Place," Susan said. "How fitting. And that's not all." Susan already had their attention as one could be listening without really looking, but now, she had them totally glued to her. "The cars behind me are gifts to you both," Susan said. "And I—" Beatrice didn't let Susan finish. She moved to embrace her.

When we became friends with them we realized that they were real softies and scaredy cats inspite of the great power they possessed. "Celeste was particularly terrified of bugs," Nicholas added with a chuckle. "They were really good people though—your parents." Beatrice concluded and remained silent for the rest of the drive. Selena glanced at Gabriel. Though they sat together at the rear seat, they were somewhat far apart. Each of them glued to the two sides of the rear windows. She ached to close the gap but wasn't sure of what his reaction would be. He seemed somewhat aloof. Beatrice parked Gabriel's car in front of a detached bungalow.

I kept a watchful eye on her tired figure, aware of the heartbreak and exhaustion that burdened her. Once we stepped beyond the boundaries of Alpha Duncan's pack, Beatrice turned to me and asked in a weary voice to inform Zayn, one of our pack members, to bring the car for us. I immediately reached out to Zayn through our pack's mind link, relaying Beatrice's request. He acknowledged the urgency and assured me that he would arrange for the car promptly.

*** Beatrice held a car sound, she knew a car had drove into the apartment but strangely the sound was that familiar, she went to the see through window and saw the car. She waited a little to see who it was, she was surprised to see the driver of the car going down to open the door for the owner. Beatrice walked an averagely elderly walk down. From her dressing, she could tell the person is no ordinary person, she was exceptionally beautiful and richly endowed with expensive jewelries. Apart from her, a lady also walked down and Beatrice was surprised. The lady was dressing formally like a personal assistant. Beatrice walked them walk to the door.

“Show him what he could have had if he had been a fucking decent person instead of the loser he is. And then crush him.” I chuckle, grinning up at him. “I like the crushing part.” *** Beatrice parks her car in the parking lot, and we get out to walk along the sparsely illuminated paths. Crossing the street, we reach an industrial area on neutral territory. “God, my feet are killing me,” Beatrice groans, stopping to pull at the strap of her high heel. I snicker, turning around, continuing to walk backwards. “Just another few meters, babes. Hang in there.”