Romans & histoires Betty Archies

"What do you think would make him hate me more, paying for their ceremony or marrying them off myself?" Archie snorts and lets a hardy laugh, "at the moment probably the second though he will get over it." I'm not sure about that last part, but I don't care anyway. Archie checks his watch and then looks up at me, "Beta Ashton will be here any second, he asked me yesterday if he could come speak with me. Imagine it's him trying to presude me to take over but if you aren't ready you don't need to do this yet."

“He’s far from getting a boner.” “Really?” He nodded. “Alright.” I pursed my lips. “I bet I could turn you on.” His brow furrowed. He seemed perplexed and unsure if I had said that. “Come on, let’s bet!” I said. “Bet? That you could turn me on?” I nodded. “What would I get in this bet?” “A boner.” He laughed. “Only if you could turn me on, Miss. “I don’t believe you can.” “Why because I’m chubby?”

It was a teasing dance, and she could sense the growing impatience in his demeanor. Finally, Azriel made the announcement that the entire party had been awaiting. Violet’s heart swelled with pride as he pinned the badge to his chest, the very emblem that marked him as the royal beta. The hall erupted in applause, the sound echoing against the walls, though not everyone celebrated the moment. One exception, of course, was Abel. Sean’s gaze immediately found Violet, her smile bright and radiant. Tears glistened in her eyes as she watched him claim his rightful title, pride and love shining in them.

“If you were my subordinate, of course, I would trust you, and my martial arts aren't bad either. I can still defeat you alone." Archie also laughed. She spoke without concealment, very frankly, he quite liked this type of woman. The two of them talked quite well together, and Archie suddenly had the idea to tease her. “So if I cooperate with the other side, and it's not just me who comes to kill you, what will you do?” Bertha regained the coldness in her eyes, she didn't care and looked out the window. “You would do that?” Before Archie could answer, they arrived at the Color bar.

“You may not believe this, but Marius and I successfully wipe out an entire mafia gang because of your husband’s help. At first, he only wanted to make sure that Marius would be unharmed, but then he ended up protecting me too. He even helped me escape from the mafia boss when he found out that I’m pregnant with his second grandchild.” Betty gasps for air. She tries to fight back her tears, but ends up crying anyway. Marius approaches her, and hugs her. “Mom, this request isn’t for me nor Hazel. It’s for Archie and the baby on the way.” Soon, Emyra’s tears trickle down too. Everyone’s emotions are so high that we release them first. Oppressive silence prevails for a moment. And Betty is the

Us arriving at the Pearl. Another, shots lined across the table, the rest, Archie mid-laugh, Chris flipping the camera off, all exactly how I remember it. Relief begins to settle. I scroll faster. More drinks, more laughter, nothing unusual, until I open the next picture, and everything slows. It’s Betty, standing beside the table holding a tray. A red pencil skirt hugs her waist, paired with a fitted blouse that somehow manages to look professional and distracting at the same time. Her hair is tied up, loose curls escaping around her face, framing green eyes that look brighter even through a camera lens. She is wearing a bold red lipstick that is Impossible not to notice.

Most of the other members were simple warriors or even deltas at the most. Regardless of having to call Quinton or not though, I wasn’t going to go to that party. I tried the whole party shīt for a few months, but it wasn’t my vibe. I’m one of the oldest guys in my division and the last thing I needed as a beta was a scandal. “Hello, tiger.” Kylie, another of the members in my division, purred as she straddled my waist. She was a tall, dark-haired beauty with curves for days that knew just how beautiful she was and used it to her advantage. She’d been around and everyone knew it, but she was beautiful and was a decent lay. Who’d deny free pūssy?

Pam quickly stops on her seat and stares at me expectantly. “Yeah.” I confidently nod. “If he’s sixty years old just like what Ben has mentioned earlier then a party is still possible.” I smirk before continuing. “Pajamas party with chamber pots.” Pam grimaces and resumes with what she’s been doing on her swivel chair. Before my headache gets worse looking at her, I immediately say my goodbye and started turning around for the door. Sue calls me. “By the way Betsy, thank you for the Cartier pen. I love it!”

Jake asked, "I don't know, and I don't want to know anything, I haven't forgotten the gunshot trauma, please I will never testify In the court of law against anyone" Betty said, "Okay, come with me, I have a gift for you downstairs" Jake said, "I don't need any gift from you" Betty said, "Well, I get you a classic Prado Jeep, this Is the key, and this Is the keys of this house" Jake said, "I don't need anything from you, keep all those things for yourself" Betty said, and she refused to follow him,

Richard confirmed again. Betty had already moved all her belongings here as if she intended to live here permanently. This troubled Richard. Betty had been spoiled since she was little, and he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to take care of her properly. "I want beef flavored," Betty said, applying a face mask and sitting cross-legged on the couch. "And add an egg." "Okay," Richard said helplessly. "You look really attractive when you cook." Bored, Betty walked over barefoot and started teasing Richard.