Total Dramarama Beth Novels & Stories

Amara said as she approached us, and I carefully untangled myself from Mom’s arms. Amara smiled broadly at me as she reached for my hands and squeezed them. “The list is still empty. Beta Patrick is watching it as the Alphas are with Tyler. Everyone is so excited!” Cyrus brought his Beta as a backup if he would be questioned once he entered his name against his cousin. But from the looks of things, we didn’t need anyone tonight. But despite that fact and the excitement brewing from Amara’s aura, something was still forming in the pit of my stomach. My hands were getting cold, and Purity had begun pacing back and forth in my head.

--- Seth returned home to pick up a gift for Tamera. Meanwhile, back at Beth’s house, Odo was causing culinary chaos. Beth was in the kitchen, stirring pots and humming. "It smells amazing in here," Odo said, trying to sneak a taste. "What’s on the menu, my love?" He smacked her playfully on the backside.

Beth sat across from me, eyes scanning the vintage decor—pressed tin ceiling, chalkboard menus, mismatched teacups hanging from a wall rack. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t where most doctors lunched between patients. But I wasn’t most doctors. The waitress came by with water and Beth leaned in, resting her arms on the table as she pulled out her phone. “I wanted to show you a few options for I*******m captions,” she said, all business again. “And maybe we can talk about building a mini-series around sexual health—nothing graphic, just subtle myth-busting with light humor.” I watched her while she talked.

Later that night, Brandon sat still and watched his wife moan to her snack of pickles, crackers and mayonnaise, and asked for the third time, “Are you sure you’re okay, Beth?” She turned to him, smiled, dropped her food, got up and went to him. Taking his hand, she pulled him up and called out, “Alexa, play suavemente.” The song streamed into the room moments later. She turned and pressed her back against his chest, found his hands and planted them on her waist and said, “Dance with me.” After a repeat of her morning visit to the toilet the next day and it getting worse on Wednesday, along with unexpected cramping and absolute exhaustion on Thursday, Brandon decided to stay at home on Friday

I said. Beth stared at me for a moment. “Not dating,” she repeated slowly. “But that doesn’t mean nothing’s going on.” I didn’t answer. “Alright. I don’t care who he is,” she continued. “But if this starts dragging you into drama, media, or a scandal…” She paused. Her gaze locked on me. “I’ll stop it. Got it?” I nodded slowly. “Got it.” A few seconds of silence passed before Beth grinned. “But seriously,” she said. “He’s ridiculously good-looking.”

"If it's not important, I'll hang up first, wait until I get back to the company, and then talk." "Do not. Don't hang up.” Anne was very agitated and stopped her. “This hot search is not good for you, you…” Anne was still talking when Bertha's attention turned to the huge screen in the urban area. On the big screen, the female owner of Greer's house, stepmother Laura - Mrs. Darla is being interviewed outside the treatment room, crying, and complaining about Bertha's bad behavior. Bertha immediately paid attention to the screen, glanced at the time, and then looked for an empty spot to park her car.

Go straight to your own room, sit down, start dressing up. Betha took a bottle of warm water into the room, put it on the table, then approached the makeup artist and asked, "What's wrong?" "Anna Dawn offends CEO Mitchell, gets kicked out by CEO Mitchell, Director Henry calls her to scold her, he and Anna Dawn are actually relatives, this relationship . . . . " The make-up artist has a very low voice. Betha was amazed, she looked over at Anne Jenner, Anne Jenner also opened her eyes, looked over at the make-up artist.

But… it wasn’t Drick. “Madam Be—” Before Drick could finish saying her name, the door suddenly swung open. Like a gust of wind pulling her, Beth dragged him into the room. She didn’t care about the weight—fear seemed to grip her. Once the door closed, Beth was almost out of breath. “Madam Be—” Drick tried to speak again, but Beth quickly covered his mouth. Drick just shook his head and gestured, “Fine, I won’t say anything.”

Dee & Jay both chorused – “A Bet?” Bibiana said – “Yes, a bet. We all know Dee can’t keep a job for more than one week” to which Danielle looked at her with a scowl, she smiled and continued – “but now that her dad has gotten another job for her as usual. If the boss turns out to be a man, single of course. Both of you will have to make him fall in love with you. Whoever turns out successful is the winner and the other will be tagged a wimp”. She paused for effect “for life”.

Dakota stands defensively, provoked by the verbal attack. “What’s going on?” Mato’s voice calls out in a loud boom while I stammer on air, returning with Raven at his side while they hold large frosted cups in each hand. “Oh, nothing is going on over here, right Dakota? We’re just having a friendly catch up. That’s all. Like the good old days, remember those?” Beth answers softly; her whole demeanour shifting within a split second while a smirk spreads across her lips as she takes a step back—putting on an innocent act.