Fanfiction Beverly Hills 90210 Novels & Stories

she revealed without shame. Joanna was disgusted. How could Beverly sleep with Trevor behind her back? Joanna wasn’t with Trevor then, but Beverly knew how Joanna felt about him. The Fantasy Fiction Writing Club was mostly based on writing their fantasies about the men they were attracted to or thought were hot. Ninety-nine percent of Joanna’s stories had been about Trevor. So Beverly couldn’t claim she didn’t know. She just didn’t care. “I . . . I . . . I don’t know what to say,” Selena stammered. “When was the second time?”

"Oh my gosh, this will be so great." "What?" "Sean will take care of you a lot in front of Clyde. I mean he always been a gentleman." "Take him! I don't like him and don't have an interest in dating and you know that!" "Oh come on, Beverly. I bet if Clyde ask you out, you will answer it with 1 word 3 letters.. a.k.a Yes!" "You watched too much gossip girl." "Oh Beverly, I wish there's someone just like Chuck. He's so dreamy and he and Blair are meant to be together." Becca said and I rolled my eyes.

This is just a filler chapter with no link whatsoever to the story, so you can skip it. ____________ Dev: The story of Beverly's biggest fan! ___________ Beverly had regained consciousness once more. But there was a creep lying beside her on the bed! Bev: Who the hell are you? Davin: it's me, Davin. *He whispered* Davin was Bev's Ex- Bev: How did you get in here?... I'll call the nurses! *She archs a brow in the darkness*

“I’m too busy living my fantasy.” “So am I,” Selena said with a grin. “Okay, I’ll write solo. I’ve been doing that for the past two and a half years anyway,” Beverly said. “Matter of fact, it’s time for me to write another manuscript – a romance.” “I’m sure it will be juicy knowing you,” Joanna said. “And filled with all kinds of naughty things,” Selena said with a mischievous smirk. “You know it,” Beverly said with a big smile. The black woman, a friend of Beverly’s from the Bronx, named Deronda approached them. “Bev, you’re Pops is hot,” she said without shame.

I asked, plastering a charming smile on my face. She licked her lips, drawing my attention to her supple mouth and my mind filled with dirty thoughts. My wolf howled, wanting me to give into them, but I refused. “Yeah,” she said before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “I mean, if you can.” I would do anything for this woman. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks and immediately had me scolding myself. This was Fane Beverly. She didn’t go for guys like me. Not only was she too good for me, but she’d been spoken for since our freshman year of high school. Hell, she was probably married to that douche bag Brooks DeVeau by now.

Beverly casts a suspicious look at Travis who is still standing defensively beside me and her lips curl up in a sly smile. “Unless…he got you in. What are you two up to, huh? I can’t help but think I was right when I said you were sleeping with Kian’s uncle. You two were gone for a month and you faked your death,” She says and lets out a dramatic gasp, “Did you two get married in secret? My God, I can’t believe you.” It’s amusing not only watching Beverly make things up but also how Kian’s eyes seem to darken like he actually believes the rubbish his mistress just spewed. I jam my hands together at her perfomance.