Novel & Cerita Wirt X Beatrice

Beatrice didn’t want to stay in this place any longer. She ran from the room. She made it back to the treasure room. There were drag marks of blood on the floor. It had to be Steve’s blood. Beatrice hurried down the hall without. She heard weird noises but she ignored them. The sooner she was out of this place the better. Relief flooded her features when she saw Walter alive. He crawled up the ramp to where she was. Beatrice was about to go to him but one of Ignatius’ followers jumped on his back. His face had changed. He attacked him. Beatrice hid and closed her eyes at Walter’s scream of pain. It was eating him. She heard slurping and it made her gag.

I said, trying to bring us back on track, “we’ll need to leave immediately. I understand that you have patrons, but is there someone who can cover for you.” Beatrice stared at me, her eyes defiant and cocky. Then the dozen or so people in the bar all stood at the same time. Then they all walked out the front door. “Guess we’re closed,” Beatrice said with a wink. “Don’t you worry they won’t pay you back?” Wyatt asked, always the empath. She smiled at him, like she was looking at a puppy. “No.” And then she walked away. A few minutes later we were back in the van and on our way. Julian sat in the front seat, allowing him to navigate us when he could. I also think he admired Lucas, and an odd f

Shortly after dinner, Mom went off for her night shift while Clara and I got ready to head to Anthony’s. **** Anthony had already ordered two boxes of pizza before we arrived. There was booze and a few other soft drinks on the table. Anthony was a spoiled kid. However, his parents were never around. It was mostly him and his older sister, April, who spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s place. “Hey guys,” Beatrice exclaimed, descending the stairs, excitement sparking in her voice. She wore a mini flared skirt with a huge t-shirt, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Beatrice didn’t have to do much to look beautiful. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She had it all, the looks and the body.

By the time I saw Beatrice again, five years had blown by. My family and friends threw a welcome-back party. The room buzzed. "Howard, you missed the chaos. Your wedding five years ago? Total meltdown." "When those pics and videos hit the screen, the Whitmores' name tanked. Those two deserved it." "And Beatrice? Girl tried hijacking a helicopter just to stop you. Got locked up for half a month after that stunt." "She made zero sense. She was with you but acting sketchy with Joseph. After the wedding blew up, the Whitmores tried marrying her off to him. He was happy, but she refused. Kept crying about how you were the only one she wanted... yeah, sure."

I would deny it to death if someone asked me, but at least inside my head, I could make not at all delicate comments about the other men and compare them to Colton. Unlike me, Beatrice made a point of playing charm and giggling even if I wasn't telling any joke, to make the men pay attention to her blonde hair and her green eyes. Needless to say, she easily got us to receive our first two drinks for free "courtesy from the men who watched us. Despite being a beautiful woman and knowing how to take advantage of her best attributes, Beatrice was the kind of beautiful woman who never worked with anyone. She assured me that she had never been with another woman, but that she doubted that she had

Whiskey splashed across the polished wood. "I'm done waiting." Beatrice didn't even blink. "You're forgetting something." He paused, fingers tightening around the glass. "What?" She met his eyes. "She's still alive." Victor looked away. "We handled that." "Clearly, we didn't," Beatrice said quietly. She straightened her dress and walked to the door. Just before she stepped out, she stopped. "Pray she remembers nothing," she said without turning around. "Because the day she does..." She let the rest hang in the air

She just sat there and looked into thin air with her cheek red from the slap. I felt awful for having laid a hand on her but she had pushed my buttons. I justified my act but I did not feel any better.I left her in that state and returned to Mandy's bed side. I found both my kids asleep on the bed. I sat and my thoughts took me back years ago,back to the day Beatrice came home and cried rape.She had looked broken when she told me. Beatrice arrived home one day from God knows where with marks all over her body and claimed a wizard had attacked her and raped her. She knew where to find him and I beheaded him.

She said as she smiled and continuing her trek towards the center of town. The pair walked in silence until they reached the middle of town. It was getting darker now, and more than once Duncan saw people glancing over at them curiously, trying to see what they were doing. When Beatrice noticed that there wasn’t anyone following them, she began smiling even more widely than before and started to speed up her pace. Her steps became a little less sure and hesitant until she was almost skipping, laughing loudly every time she caught a glance from passersby, who couldn’t help but chuckle along with her.

Beatrice would be going into town today, she has a modelling work to do, even though I would have loved to see her on stage, but I feel there would be a lot to do, even now that West is up, those that orchestrated all these would have to pay, and they would have to pay dearly. “Won't you go and see the Alpha? He might want to see Willow for himself and do you really want our mate and that woman in the same room?” My wolf asked out of nowhere, I was taken aback by the question. I don't think I want to be there, and if not for any but for the fact that I trust West, he loves me and I believe him. When I got to the pack house, Beatrice was about to step out, looking at her from head to toe. She

She snapped open her laptop, fingers flying across the keys. Elsewhere, Winnie and her mother were celebrating. They poured wine from the bottle on the coffee table beside Beatrice’s bed, crystal clinking in their hands. “Congratulations to us for sending that slut to marry a man she thinks is beneath her,” Beatrice declared, grinning wide before knocking back her drink. She laughed, breathless with glee.