Wirt X Beatrice Novels & Stories

"You think walking away made you some kind of hero?" Still nothing. Beatrice took another step forward "You embarrassed me." Colt raised an eyebrow "You did that yourself." The words landed like gasoline on fire, Beatrice grabbed the nearest object she could find. A spanner,she threw it,fast,the metal tool flew across the garage. But before it could hit him,Colt caught it,effortlessly. The garage fell silent again, Beatrice eyes widen,she had just thrown a heavy tool at him.And he had caught it without even standing up.

Cody mewled out and got closer to Beatrice before he used his white and fluffy fur to rub Beatrice's leg and then ran off. Beatrice dropped her bag on the couch and made her way to the kitchen, she opened her fridge and stared at her empty fridge. 'Thank Goodness, Ben took me for dinner,' She thought and grabbed a bottle of water. She sure needs to find time and go to the grocery store and stock her fridge with varieties of food. After drinking the water, Beatrice dropped the bottle of cold water on the counter and went straight to her room. ~~ “Good morning, Lady Zara!” Beatrice greeted the lovely, dark receptionist as she scampered towards the elevator.

I know those heels. Beatrice Sinclair walks in the way she always walks into this house, like the deed is in her name and I am a guest who has overstayed. Grey coat, pearl earrings, bag in the crook of her arm, lipstick perfect because Beatrice is always perfect. She looks at me first. Then past me at the table. Her eyes move slowly across everything, the candles, the two plates, the full untouched wine bottle, the whole careful humiliating effort of this evening, and something settles in her expression that has never once in five years been sympathy.

She was sitting in her wheelchair in the hospital lobby. Zara tried to walk by without looking, but Beatrice spotted her and called out, "Ms. Lowry." Zara kept walking. Beatrice sat up straight and called out louder, "Zara! Feeling guilty, are you? You sent my photos to Mr. Webb, trying to mess up our relationship. Then, you cozied up to him in Aquaville. You know you've done me wrong, so now you can't even look me in the eye, can you?"

On getting to the mall, she came across a woman who seemed familiar. Beatrice was walking out of the mall when her eyes met April’s. She recognised her as the poor sister of June immediately. However, she could hardly remember her name. April stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowed as she picked her brain for when she met such a refined woman. Beatrice must have noticed the question in her eyes, because she immediately introduced herself, “My name is Beatrice Ambrose, I take it you are the sister of June?” April hid her shock. “Yes, I am.”

No matter what Beatrice did, Willow just overcame it. This was unbelievable! How dare she franchise her store! It was preposterous. How was Beatrice supposed to compete with that? Feeling frustrated, Beatrice had thrown a glass into the wall, causing it to shatter onto her hardwood floors in her penthouse suite. Immediately, she’d shut off the TV. Staring at the shards of glass, Beatrice had taken a long, steadying breath. She couldn’t let Willow get to her. Beatrice was a fighter too, and she wasn’t about to let Willow get the better of her.

Seraphina said. Beatrice looked toward the dark windows. “I met him once.” “Where?” “In Halcyon.” Lucian sat at last. Not because his anger had faded. Because the truth had become too large to face standing. “Who are you?” Seraphina asked. Beatrice returned her gaze to her. “My full name is Beatrice Elena Ward.” “I know your name.” “No. You know the one I kept.” “What does that mean?” “My birth records identify me as Elena Ruiz.”

she said, leaning in for a cheek-to-cheek greeting. “And you as well, Tita Rita.” Beatrice removed her oversized Gucci glasses, slipping them into her clutch. “Forgive me for being late,” she added smoothly. “I had to take care of a ruckus in Dad’s casino.” Rita waved a dismissive hand, her rings catching the light. “It’s all right, dear. Now that you’re here, I want you to look at this album.”

"You have no right to tell that to my mother who... "Do you want a drunk lady Sophie? A drink would be good to cool your nerve." "I will give you the drink myself!" The woman yelled as she lifted the glass of wine and before Beatrice could take a step back...she spilled the drink on Beatrice. "Ha!" Beatrice's eyes widened and without thinking twice...slapped the woman so hard that it took her five steps backward. "You!" TBC

Beatrice was shocked by how Axle welcomed her. "Please stand up," Beatrice said and looked at Nate. Nate smiles at her and looks back to Axle, who is now standing. "Welcome back, Madame," Axel said. He knew Beatrice couldn't remember him and understood that. The three of them walk to enter the mansion. Beatrice examines the place and remembers some memories of her while she's looking at the whole villa. She remembers how she lived with Quiver here and how she cries on the couch because of Quiver's death. She even remembers that she reads the divorce paper from the mini table in front of her, and the letter comes from Quiver.