روايات وقصص ضمن Wentworth Fanfiction Bea And Allie

She frowns, as if I’ve asked her if the sky is pink. “If you won’t tell them, Bea, then I will. It’s time the truth came out.” “What. Truth?” Benedict asks angrily. “Your mother was always in love with Sawyer Clark,” I say. Both of my children and Sloane suck in air. “Yeah. They dated, they were an item until your mother, Althea, entered the picture. Then, Sawyer dropped Beatrice and chose Althea as his mate.” “Phoebe was his fated mate,” Sloane says.

“I’m not naked yet.” “Easy fix,” I grinned and leaned down to close into another kiss, but Allie titled her chin up, making my lips collide with her jawbone. “Wait. I forgot. What about Bruce ?” “Staying with her girlfriend,” I replied, wiping my thumb over the accidental wet kiss I’d left on her chin. “Oh, thank god.” She laughed at my incredulous expression. “What? I want you to make me come at least three times. Do you really think I’d even manage once if I was worried about being overheard?”

One of the sisters — the mischievous one — laughed. “That’s an understatement,” she said. “I’m Bethany. That’s Lila. And if you value your peace, Miss Grace, don’t let baby brother here boss you around too much.” “I don’t boss anyone,” Arthur muttered. “You command,” Bethany teased sarcastically “Big difference.” Laughter rippled through the room. Gwen smiled politely, but she couldn’t shake the strange feeling in the air — like every laugh carried an undertone she didn’t understand. The scent she’d noticed earlier — wild, musky, electric — hung faintly in the room again. It seemed to deepen whenever Arthur moved.

I listened in close as well, afraid that she'd corrupt my innocent sister's mind with her wild ideas since I knew just how adventurous she'd been at college. Allie left shortly after eating, saying she needed to take a quick look into her gallery and promised to be back in a couple of hours with to help with Eva's welcome party tonight. I stayed with Eva, listening to her excited chatter about what she'd do tonight, tomorrow, the next day, and the days after that. I smiled as I listened to my little living radio, my heart feeling lighter than a feather after so many years.

“Good girl.” Then the world blurred as he yanked me toward the exit. Nathaniel's POV Phoebe was gone. Ripped from my side. Taken by him. I stood in the wreckage of what should have been our mating ceremony, my hands clenched into fists so tight my claws had pierced my own skin. The scent of blood and smoke filled the air, but it was her absence that consumed me.

"Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile. They both continued to chat, with Hannah talking more about their days of working together. Then, out of the blue, she switched topics and turned serious. "You know," she turned to me, "Allison's been through much lately. Her mate ran away." Allison's heart nearly stopped, and she threw Hannah a precautionary glance. "Hannah, you don't need to—" My expression had ch

My hand found his hair between my thighs, losing myself as I became wilder and wilder until I came undone. "Gianna is waiting for you." I breathe out as Carl kisses my jaw. He was like a beast that never got tired. "I already mindlinked her to leave without me." He claimed my lips, biting, and I could taste myself on him. "I'm spending tonight with you; my sister-in-law has spoken to Alpha Easton, and he doesn't mind." It's hard to believe that a grump like Easton would easily agree to Gianna. I have a feeling that those two are more than acquaintances.

The sun outside was already less bright, since the sky was slowly covering it up. As I sank into the cushions, my mind wandered back to Giovanni. I wasn't sure I could even look him in the eyes again. Deep down, I’d always sensed something… the way he stuck close, always ready to shield me especially from John. It was more than just what a male friend would do. I knew it. "To be honest," Bea said softly, breaking my thoughts, "I just wish I could find my mate... if I even have one." "Not everyone is destined to have a mate," I said quietly.

Outside, the town was already rewriting the story. Althea Bailey. Mayor Alexander. A new wedding on the horizon. Let them talk. Let them cheer. Because if Althea thought she could cut me out of her life cleanly— She was wrong.