Wordgirl Becky Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said while looking at him. “How did he come out because of Kylie?” asked Andy. “Because she is worthy,” said a voice behind Martha. A medium height dark haired girl came from the nearby room. Andy was staring at her “She is hot” said Andy in a whisper. John had heard him and waves his head in no. The girl gave him a sigh and smile with the corner of her lips. “She is Becca, she is a witch, and she is from the north side coven of witches. She was troublesome to them so they send her over here to learn” said Martha smiling.

Sonya called as she took her pendant off. “Yes, I will hold this & I will not lose it I promise.” Alpha Scott stood near Sadie for protection just in case. He smiled at both Sadie and Claire and told them it was okay. Sonya stood in the middle with her eyes closed and the elite warriors started circling Sonya. Harold motioned for Jake, Greg, and Jim to fill in as well. Once everyone was in place, Sonya put a blindfold on and took her stance. Jake looked around at the group and some of the warriors had weapons. He was a little worried but he could see that she was smiling so he figured she knew what she was doing.

I don't want her to have to deal with Amy's bullshit tonight. "Aww, where are you going, Water Girl?" Amy coos at her. "I just want to congratulate you on snagging my boyfriend. But hey, Water Girl, don't get too cozy with him because he will come back to me as he always does. Tootles," Amy says, then walks back to where she was standing and talking to her friends.

I purse my lips together, looking at him. “Third group. Are you supposed to be up already? That looked bad yesterday,” he says to me as I chuckle. ‘I am good. Don’t worry. I assure him as the little blonde with a scared on the left cheek pins down another white coat warrior to the mat. “What’s her name?” I ask Theo as she smirks, trying to help the man from the ground. “Her? Becky. Twenty and one elite” he explains to me as I nod my head, studying the other elites who are training today.

Of course there were the most popular girls on the squad there they were Becky Sue Mya Lynn and Jane Marie I see these women coming towards me to try to figure out who I am oh my word would you look it here after looking at my name tag as I live and breathe it is none other than Maddison Wong you certainly have changed a lot Thank you for the compliment Becky Sue, Oh, just call me Becky now I don’t go by Becky Sue anymore?

"Yeah, I get that. But let me warn you about something, or rather, someone." Maya raised her eyebrows. "Who?" Becky glanced around, then lowered her voice. "Gabby, you know her, right? " Maya nodded. P "Gabby?" Maya asked, pretending to be surprised. "She seems nice to me. Though I haven’t talked to her much." Becky scoffed lightly, then shook her head. "Oh, please, dear, that woman is not as sweet as she looks. That girl is the biggest pretender I have ever seen. You are lucky you haven’t gotten too close."

"Micheal." The air was thick with tension, our standoff silent but charged. My wolf, restless inside me, paced in my mind, ears pinned back. Then, the door swung open. Becky stepped in, her long hair cascading over her frail shoulders, her lips trembling as crystalline tears shimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself had personally crafted her to inspire pity. Her voice was soft, weak, as if merely speaking was draining the life from her.

Making her pay with her life. Becky walked forward for a while, suddenly sensing that there was no longer the aura of the fiery sword behind her. She turned around, not knowing when Levi had stopped, lagging her at a distance, standing still, looking at something in his hand, with a frustrated expression. A true amateur kidnapper. Becky muttered, her eyes glancing over his hand, then she froze. She was a creature from the Underworld, and although she no longer truly belonged to the Underworld to mean, her ability to probe souls was still much higher than many fairies.

*Whoosh* Michael, the source of her current predicament and the most forceful teacher Kylie had ever had, swiftly approached the Beast girl. His power output was that of a 4 Star Warrior, but his experience and superior abilities as an angel of war placed him above anything Kylie had ever experienced in her life – not that she had much experience in the first place; but the young Kylie doubted that she would ever meet an opponent of this level of power and strength in her life.

When they walked through the doors, Abby gave a little squeal at the sight of her idol. Bethany Reynholm stood at the front of the room surrounded by little girls all talking at her a mile a minute. Becky smiled as Beth handled the hero worship with grace and let go of Abby’s hand so she could join the other girls. The ballerina was tiny and her short dark, cropped hair was tipped with bright pink. Becky knew that Abby would beg to have pink in her hair too after today and she began brainstorming ways to head the little girl off at the pass. “Hi,” one of the other mothers said to her. “You’re Becky aren’t you?”