Wirt X Beatrice Novels & Stories

Maud and mirth were always synonymous in Beatrice’s world. She entered the shop, her arrival announced by a bright chime. Behind the high wooden counter, Maud stood hunched over a magazine. “Think I’ll be shuttin’ up a little earlier this evenin’,” Maud said as Beatrice closed the door behind her. “Trade’s slower comin’ than Edna Duffy gettin’ a round of drinks in. Lock up that door would ye, young’un?” “Of course,” Beatrice said. She paused as she watched the old woman stretch and released a long yawn.

"You're the only woman here. Is Benjamin doesn't want to come with you?" He mentioned his brother, and I held my tongue for a little minute because he recalled me. "Gosh! What if let's have a battle... a race? Instead of talking nonsense." I acted like it doesn't bother me through rolling my eyes on him. "Challenging me through this?" he asked sarcasm. "What's the prize if I won?" He accepted. "It's up to you... I don't care. Then, what if I wIn?" I conceited asked.

Beatrice interrupted before Scarlett could finish her sentence. "Mom, what's wrong?" Scarlett asked, puzzled. Beatrice's gaze was fixed behind her. Following her mother's line of sight, Scarlett turned around and saw Wayne standing not far away. She was surprised. "What are you doing here?" Wayne replied, "I came to see you." Beatrice patted her daughter and said, "I'll handle things here. You go ahead." Scarlett nodded softly. Just as she was about to walk over, Wayne approached and said, "If you need any help, just let me know."

The whispers started immediately, sharp and gleeful, spreading through clusters of gowns and masks like fire catching on dry wood. "Disgusting," someone murmured behind a feathered mask. "She shouldn't be allowed in the same room as us," another added. "Look at her. Standing there as if she belongs." Beatrice didn't wipe the wine from her face. She stood perfectly still, her hands at her sides, her chest rising and falling with controlled, measured breaths. Wine ran down her neck and soaked into the gown that had been white an hour ago, and her rabbit mask was streaked with red, and she didn't move.

Violet explained in detail, her hands demonstrating everything that her mom and sister needed to know. Meanwhile, Beatrice, who had been adeptly listening to their conversation, was shaking with fear because of everything she had heard. With quivering hands, she saved the video and sent a copy to Mr. Francis. When she turned to leave, something hit her hard on her head, and she fell down in a pool of her blood. ****

I got to the door and opening the door wide, I was at a loss for words as irritation strained my lungs. My guess was either Marcus or a tenacious journalist but what I saw surprised me…. It was Beatrice. Under the porch light she was standing, her face pale and eyes with red rims. Without waiting for my words, she pointed her finger at me. "I told you, " she whispered, barely containing her anger and weariness at the same time. "I warned you, Mr. Xavier. Don't even think about coming near my husband. Stay away from our lives, with your games and your greed you have done enough harm already."

The rest of the individuals realized that John was not joking, after all John is married to one of the girls of the Wilton family, he is not a stranger or have a good relationship with Sarah who is also a girl from the Wilton family On the other side, William stared coldly and then looked at Beatrice and said, "Do you have a gun?" "Makaroff's gun," Beatrice replied coldly. "Give it to me, and give me those weird masks." .. John moved his hand smoothly, soft music was played in the middle of the seventh room, and each individual actually chose his partner and began to dance softly, while John was just approaching Sara, whose features were petrified as if she saw a ghost.

Everyone present was a close friend or classmate of Bryce, and she didn't need to show Beatrice's face in front of them. "Okay," she took the wine glass and was about to drink it when a hand reached out from the side and took the glass away. She turned her head and saw Bryce, who drank the wine in the glass with a heroic gesture. "She just got out of the hospital two days ago. I drank the wine for her," he said. Beatrice's face showed a variety of expressions. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to maintain the most decent smile. "Director Laurette, let's work together happily in the future."

The Ghost of Beatrice Grayson Vince’s words about Xavier’s mother, Beatrice, hung in the stagnant air. Before she became the matriarch of the Grayson empire, Beatrice had been a scandalous starlet—a woman of peerless beauty and even greater ambition. She had parlayed her fame into a marriage with Silas Grayson, the previous head of the dynasty.

Beatrice smiled and her face lit up with such beauty that Zane had to wonder why he hadn’t chased her down that morning, begging her to come back to the bed. How could he have let her walk away without so much as a phone number? Damn, he’d been an idiot. “Tell me about Beatrice Anne Lutwidge,” he said as he chopped tomatoes. “Tell me something I don’t know…something shocking.” She glanced at him from beneath her wine glass, her blush deepening.