Romans & histoires Ugly Betty 4th Season

“This conversation isn’t over.” With that, she stormed out of the room. Betty, however, lingered, her nails digging into the box in her hands. She stepped closer to Crystal, lowering her voice so only she could hear. “This isn’t over,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “You might have Adrian on your side now, but that won’t last forever. You’re still nothing.” Crystal held her breath as Betty turned on her heel, walking out gracefully like she hadn’t just tried to ruin her life.

Betty said with a blank expression and stood up. "I'd rather be killed than to betray her again. I wanted to change her, but it's too late. Please, just kill me," he said with his lifeless expression. Suddenly, the door of the torture room flew away. A masked female werewolf entered the room and knocked out Betty. As soon as he heard her voice, he recognized who it was. It was his mate, Tasha.

Betty said with a smile on her face, making Bella glare at her. "I have already told you countless times, bitch, stay away from me and my business," Bella snapped. Or what, cowbell? "You want to beat me? "I'll beat you into rainbow colors, not like your lab dog is here," Betty spat, even though I was giving her a sign to stop talking.

If there was a better word in place of horrible, she would've used that instead to mark the bitter experience which she hoped not to ever relive till the day she'd die for good. Frankly, putting up with Jonathan's animalistic moans was beyond torturous for Betty. She was even surprised she made it all the way to the end when the given time elapsed. As expected, everyone laughed as Betty went back to her spot and washed her hands with soda water. “Disgusting-ass pig,” she cussed under her breath, frowning, and wishing she had a hand sanitizer with her. “Next!” Jordan heard her clearly, since he sat right beside her. “My turn, folks. I pick, uh, Truth, I guess.”

I recited "You bite me with your ugly-smelling teeth, Latifa, you won't go scout-free this time," Betty said, holding her wrist and she chased me around the apartment. certainly not Wendy climbing the sofa, trying to catch me from the other side of the room. And they did. I like it sometimes when Betty spanks my ass for being an asshole. "5000 ways to burn calories begins with you Latifa, hehehe" Wendy giggled as she grabbed some drinks from the fridge. Whisky.

"Of course, I want to, maybe, I could do that too." "Greg!" Whitney calls in frustration. "Sorry, let's go back to the game." Gregory changes the topic. "Good, ten things that Betty does when she is angry?" George smile. "One, she scattered the room, two; she didn't talk to me; three; she sighed almost every given second, four; she spoils the meal with too much salt; five, she stayed in the bathtub all day, six; she changed into different wears; seven; she bites her finger, the little one to be specific, eight; she goes to bed with her complete wears, nine; she sleeps on top of me, ten, she chews on my hand like they are food, eleven..." Betty covers her face, and Cathy hits George.

She said in a sarcastic tone, making Adrian look back at her with an overwhelming gaze. Betty gave him a sarcastic smile with her teary eyes glaring at him hurtfully. "You fell for the bitch who got you into trouble, got you whooped and cursed by your own people. How can you still feel sorry for her wounds?" She came closer while Adrian rose from the bed. He viewed Elara's pallid weak facade before turning back to Betty. His fingers bit into her flesh and he dragged her away from the bed. Bringing her out of his bedroom, Adrian threw her against the wall and put both his hands on the side of her shoulders.

In an attempt to refute Alex’s assessment, Betty vehemently denied that she had consumed any seafood before coming here. Alex poked his finger on her stomach. Instinctively, Betty opened her mouth wide and started throwing up. The vomit was extremely disgusting and reeked of seafood, with pieces of raw fish still visible. The crowd covered their mouths and looked at Betty in repulsion. “How dare you frame Mr. Rockefeller’s godsister? Are you tired of living?” Ted served his wife another beating. It wasn’t long before Betty emerged with bruises and swells, much to Hailey and her employees’ satisfaction.