Novel & Cerita The Secret Life Of Bees Novel

SERENA’S POV “Beckett Mistress Speaks Out; Claims abuse and starvation inside the Beckett Mansion!” “Serena knew her husband was cheating? Eliot Beckett had a mistress, a pregnant one? And then they’re all living under the same roof, like one big happy family. This is a soap opera!” “Is Serena Beckett a Style icon or Silent Tyrant? Which one?” “LOL, this Beckett Marriage was a lie! So this Serena lady is barren? She can’t have kids? Why??”

I ate all my meals at school, and the moment I got home, I shut myself in my room. Some days, I didn't cross paths with him at all. But barely a week later, my uncle brought a stunning, seductive young woman home. He called me out and pointed at her. "Come here. Meet your new aunt, Aunt Jenna." I looked at him, confused. He'd found someone that fast? Still, I didn't overthink it. I just said what I was told. "Aunt Jenna." "Aw, what a good boy!" She reached out and patted me. A cheap perfume clung to her skin.

“Ouuu, it’s the birthday bitch herself!” “One time for the birthday bitchhhhhh!” Anna and Maye hyped me up. I was so excited. “I’m so freaking excited! Finally turning legal.” “Yesss, maybe our mystery man won’t see you as a kid anymore. You’ll get married, have kids, and live happily ever after.” “Fingers crossed.” We all crossed our fingers and laughed. The bell rang. “Catch you guys later. I have to get to class.” “Bye, Bea.”

The cherry blossoms were somewhere over Prospect Park, being tasted by June's bees, making the specific honey that only I seemed to taste when it arrived at the market. The teaching kitchen had a Tuesday class in two days. The seven notebooks were on the shelf. The book was in the world with its first sentence and its cost chapter and Dorothy had read it twice and Gavin knew which chapter she meant. Clara had given him bread. Patricia had pressed her hand to her heart. All of it real. All of it mine. All of it ours now. *Ours.* That was new. I held the word the way I held things that were new and real and didn't need to be examined to death, just held.

The soft late-afternoon light streamed through the window of the office Zion had specially set up for her on the second floor of the house. Maeve sat in front of her laptop, her fingers paused over the keyboard. It had been almost two years since she began writing in secret, during the early mornings when insomnia brought back the hardest memories. The book was born from pain. From those scars she had carried since her youth—abandonment, emotional abuse, violence disguised as love, and the slow, painful process of rebuilding herself beside Zion.

With the expression of someone who had carried something a long way and had arrived at the right place to put it down. "It is about thirty years," Sena said. "Not Rael. Not your mother. The thirty years themselves. What it was like to be a person living inside a secret that was not entirely mine to tell." She looked at the manuscript on the counter with the expression of someone looking at something they have lived inside for so long that seeing it from the outside still required adjustment. "The first book was about the people I loved. This one is about what it did to me to carry them for thirty years in a village where no one knew what I was carrying." "May I read it?" Mara said.

Thomas, who had made the journey from Vermont with Chen driving and both of them arriving with the quality of two men who had decided this was worth the effort and felt no need to discuss whether it was. David beside me. Patricia at the back, which was where she preferred to be. --- I read the new chapter aloud. The chapter I'd written about the actual after. The ordinary extraordinary accumulation of what remained when the quest was done and the justice was delivered and the life was simply there to be lived. I read about Catherine and the bee. I read about Alex's garden and the bench at its center. I read about Claudia's journal and the list that kept growing. I read about Isabella standin

The water was still a bit cold for swimming; there were only three families on the beach. I looked up from the erotic novel I was reading- Suburban Swinging Moms, one of my favorites- and saw the Scanlons setting up on the beach. I was curious, so I trained the telescope on them. They looked normal, except for the brother and sister touching behind Hank and Aubrey's backs. I'd never thought about incest. My only women had been Becky, who I've already mentioned, and Maude, my married English professor. To my own surprise, it hadn't taken much to make me curious.

She finished. I had so many questions, but where should I start? Had she been the girl in the cellar? "Were you the one in the cellar?" I asked, and she smiled then Bea pulled out a blue book titled 'My Life in The Cellar' and a golden seal on the corner indicating the royal stamp of approval. "Bestseller in the capital?" I reacted. "I called myself Beatrice to remember her because all this time, I thought that she had freed me by letting me trade places with her! It wasn't until I had retold the story to someone else that I realized that I was just a sacrificial lamb."