Wordgirl Becky Novels & Stories

Becky’s eyebrows shot up, her back still to him and her arms full of linens. Her mouth popped open and such before she turned around on him. “I can’t believe you just said that. You know nothing about my fighting skills or knowledge. Or Evan’s skills. However, I’m probably the best with weapons and hand-to-hand other than you and Larin. I used to be in a medieval group where we fought with actual weapons. Truthfully, Evan’s skills are the worst of all of us. At least Gemma knows how to handle a weapon safely.” “I insist on the room adjoining yours.” Becky could hear the determination in Hugo’s words and sighed as she relented.

She then noticed the young man standing beside Kane who was smiling to her and her face immediately heated up and she looked down shyly. Kane noticed the difference in her and looked at Oliver who was smiling to the girl and he rolled his eyes, "perhaps you should go back to Hillary now, you have talked to me about being late." The girl looked up to him then, "Kane who is this? How come I have never seen him around?" "This is Oliver, my friend" he looked at Oliver "meet Caroline, my noisy sister."

Diana replied before looking at Becky’s scared face. “Oh, come on, Becky, I can handle him, trust me.” She giggled before putting lack her attention on Aiden. Bobbing her head in reply, Becky wished for nothing else than to retire to the comfort of her bed. Looking at Lilian and Amira, she saw the same excitement in her eyes and she could not understand how they found pleasure in bringing harm their way. Aiden finally paused his steps at Diana’s seat. “Hello, Aiden.” Diana smiled seductively at him and winked her eyes before biting her lip.

She was one of Hermot’s daughters and was Serywithe’s best friend. She turned to him, her blue eyes pleading. “My Prince, you can order these men out of the way. I must see Serywithe.” He looked at her kindly. She was no older than Serywithe, maybe a year older but she was just as fresh-faced as his sister and willowy too. “What is your name?” he asked her. “Selya.” “Selya.” He smiled at her. “Under the king’s orders, Serywithe must remain locked. If there is a message you want to pass to her I will be of help to you, my lady.”

And through the smoke, Kai finally saw her. Becky Everglade stood atop a black-steel war wagon, flames painting her face gold and crimson. Her hair whipped wildly in the burning wind, and her expression—twisted into a triumphant snarl—made Kai’s wolf snap its fangs in fury. “Kai!” she called down, voice bright with madness. “How touching, finding you alive. Still protecting your little lost girl, are you?” He charged toward her, but a barrage of explosive runes struck the ground in front of him, forcing him back in a cloud of dirt and smoke.

Small and easy to hide if they don't look too closely. "Remember," Beck tells her, "give as little information as possible. Don't be overly friendly with our Warriors." My beast growls at that. Beck ignores me. "The Warriors know their job and they will wait until you tell them differently or they hear from me or King." "Beck," I say stretching out the syllables. "She knows her job. Back off."

Becky straightened, smirking as her minions watched in silence. “Next time, stay out of my business,” she said coldly, turning to her crew. “Let’s go.” They walked off.I stood there, rubbing my wrist and watching them leave. My skin throbbed where her nails had dug in.I lifted my wrist to inspect the wound.Becky had done real damage this time. I turned to the other girl and saw her on the ground, collecting her books . Walking up to her , I asked,“Hey , are you fine?”

" Gio handed her print outs of both company emails and the contracts they had sent with them. "You are eighteen now Gio I think you can call me Becky. Especially if I'm going to advise you legally." Becky looked up from the printout when she heard Miss Gatki gasp. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you had company, sir." Becky was shocked. Standing in the den's entranceway was Tiffany Anderson, one of the head cheerleaders at Gio and Abi's school in the sluttiest little catholic school girl uniform the older woman had ever seen. "Tiffany Anderson! What in the world are you wearing?"

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

No one stood up. “Very well,” Alicia said. “Since we want to act innocent, let us watch it together.” She switched on the projector. The CCTV clip played. Becky’s face filled the screen. She was putting a diamond wristwatch inside her bag. Gasps filled the room. Becky’s voice shook. Her eyes were wet. “This can’t be true.”