Tania Beck Novels & Stories

"Compromising who I am for money or success or... anything." Beck reached over and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. The gesture was tender. Careful. His fingers lingered against my cheek for a moment longer than necessary. "I don't think you'd ever do that," he said softly. "You're too stubborn." "Cut!" Victoria called out. "That was perfect. Let's do it again, but this time I want you to actually touch. Hold her hand. Make it real." We did it again. Beck took my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. We repeated the dialogue. His voice was soft when he spoke about his fears. Mine was steady when I talked about my own.

Becky was power hungry, the need to be feared; she was that kind of person. Becky paced around in front of me in her pants and Victoria's Secret bra top. Her hair was packed up in a bun; the ponytail moving around in the air as she moved back and forth. I could only imagine what could be going on in her head. I don't ever want Becky getting involved with Normani because Becky was crazy, and she ended up hurting her. “You think people will respect you this much and support you in becoming the best Don?” she sneered.

But even so, I beelined for the computers. As I reached one, someone slipped in front of me and sunk into the chair. “Move,” I said. A girl with a single braid and a stiff buttoned-up blouse looked at me with a sarcastic smile, “I was here first.” Eleonora. “And I don’t give a shit. Move,” I ordered. “You’re not my Beta yet,” she muttered, “You can wait in line. I’m sure Greggory will finish using the other computer soon.” I glanced over at ‘Greggory’. He was sitting so close to the screen his eyeballs nearly touched it, engrossed in Minecraft.

But her hair was darker, and her scent wasn’t quite right. “…Becky,” I said, still not sure what I believed. “That’s right,” she said, grinning. “Have you seen one of my shows?” “Becky is still working her way up the ranks at the theater,” Tony said. “Right now, she’s just a chorus girl.” Becky immediately glared at Tony, another look I was so familiar with, the similarities were shocking. “Are you related to Olivia?” I asked. Returning her expression to me, Becky’s face softened as she shrugged. “Maybe distant cousins or something. Honestly, I’m not sure. My dad split on my mom and me when she was pregnant, so maybe there’s something there.”

Their performances drew cheers from the crowd. "A bunch of gamblers," muttered a woman in red, leaning against a column by the entrance. She cast a scornful glance inside. No one knew her full name, only her name—Beckie. Not yet forty, Beckie's eyes were etched with the marks of a life well-lived, or perhaps well-worn by the nightlife. Her face held a world-weary detachment as if nothing could surprise her anymore. Why should it? She was the queen of the Alden-themed entertainment club, wielding power with a keen eye for the subtleties of human behavior. In Phoenix City, she was a force to be reckoned with.

At this moment, a woman's voice chimed in, "Amy?" Upon hearing her name, Amy turned around and her expression immediately shifted. The woman was Becky Hawkins, a well-known heiress in high society. The reason she gained fame was because she wasn't like most rich kids who only knew how to splurge and have fun. Instead, she possessed great looks and graduated from the prestigious Barkley School of Music. She was even regarded as one of the top uprising cellists. Besides that, she had also been on many TV shows and had quite a large number of followers on social media.

As I move to sit, she ends her call and lifts her head to acknowledge me, and I freeze. It is Tania fucking Beecroft. “Meet Miss Tania. She’s an ad expert and my best friend’s boss,” Nessa smiles. “Miss T,” she calls Tania, “meet Agnes, the genius interior designer I told you about,” Nessa introduces excitedly. “Hi. Good afternoon, ma’am,” I greet, adjusting quickly.

Her brows arched, "are you even listening to me!?" Another lady joined them, this one was taller–towering tall!–with short black hair and a sly grin on her face. "This is his new toy? That's fine, I'm Tania, and I'm in charge. Misbehave, and you'll hear from me." Before either of them could say anything again, Rebecca stormed out angrily. They ran after her, calling her back but she did not wait. Somehow, she found Diego downstairs going through a room and raced after him.

“I can’t see my future, and I hate it! I hate that I don’t know when my life will finally turn around! But then there’s you… You’re a God-given ticket out of this, and I’m not letting you up! Don’t you know that this stinkin’ city isn’t at all lacking schmucks like me, who are neither better nor worse off? How else am I gonna stand above the rest of this oversized crowd, huh?!” Desolation began to tinge Tanya’s face. “You… You never liked me, did you? You didn’t take me out on a date because you liked me. And you’re not gonna apologize to Tiffany, too, are you?” Beckett’s answer was immediate and unwavering. “Hell no! Oh, I know how you feel about me, but the woman I’m looking for is not a n

She stood barefoot just inside the villa’s open-air living space, arms crossed, a warm smile on her face while holding Andrea's phone in her hand. “Aren't you coming Becky?” Tiffany asked with concern. Becky's eyes gleamed with apology. “I’m skipping this round,” she said. “I'm not a fan of breathing through a plastic straw underwater.” Timmy looked genuinely wounded. “But you’ll miss all the fish!” “I will see them from here,” Becky replied with a smile. “And I’ll take the best photos.” she waved Andera's phone. “Someone has to do it.” He gave her a reluctant nod, then returned to me with wide eyes.