Novels by Becky b

My heart pounded. Why did the princess show herself to me? And what did she mean by those words?I could hear them—muffled voices echoing in a circle, whispering, overlapping..a blur of sound.“Sera… Sera…” The faint call drifted through the noise.My eyes snapped open completely, and that’s when I saw i.... the rock that had been resting on my table earlier now floating mid-air, spinning slowly, shimmering with a purple hue that pulsed like fire.“What the—Dee, did you do this?” I asked, turning to look at her.Dee only shook her head.That’s when I noticed my hands, outstretched, trembling while purple mist poured out of my palms, curling around the rock like smoke obeying my command.My eyes widened. What was I doing?A witch? That couldn’t be, I doubted.No—someone had to be controlling this. I almost laughed at the thought, but the sound died in my throat as my gaze landed on the open book before me.Bruja. Only I could see the book and how its pages flipped on their own, flutter

CLICK. CLACK.The siren alarm blared through the long hallways, its echo weaving into every corner of the dorm.Dee’s eyes shot open. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounding, her thoughts still tangled in the dream — him and those crimson eyes.She let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Thank goodness… it was only a dream,” she whispered.“Dream?”Dee yelped. Linette’s face was suddenly hovering right above her.“Goddess, Linette! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Dee scolded, sitting up and pushing the covers aside. She swung her legs over the bed and immediately felt them wobble.“You okay?” Serra asked, pulling on her training outfit — a black blouse with flared sleeves, a corset cinched tight around her waist, and sleek leather pants that shimmered faintly under the morning light. A pointed witch’s hat crowned her head, completing the picture.Dee blinked, smiling. “Wow… you look like an actual witch. A powerful one.”Serra tugged at the corset with a gro

The bed creaked softly as Dee shifted restlessly, her body burning up. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered open. She inhaled sharply, confusion flickering in her gaze as she scanned the room.What was this strange, suffocating feeling?She sat up, grabbed the bottle of water on her bedside table, and took a sip. The air around her felt heavy, pressing against her lungs. Before she could steady herself, everything blurred—colors melting, the ground tilting.“Ah—”Her body hit the cold floor with a soft thud. A hiss escaped her lips as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of where she was. The familiar chill in the air, the eerie silence—it all came rushing back.And then she saw him.Val.The vampire.His blood-red eyes glowed in the dim light, fangs bared, his bare chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. He looked feral, starved… and yet heartbreakingly beautiful.Dee’s throat tightened. She stood shakily, pressing herself behind a wall, pe

“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed.Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white.“Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered.The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed.Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”Her voice deepened, mesmerizing.“It was crafted by the first witch ever created—a slave who refused to bow forever. She hid forbidden spells within it: both black and light magic. Everyone wanted her power, so she sealed it inside that book and bound it with her blood. She wanted freedom for her kind, not servitude. But when others discovered what she’d done, they tortured her until she confessed that her powers, her very soul—were trapped beyond good and evil within

SERRA’S POVI was confused—utterly disoriented. The book had sucked me in, and now I was here? What in the hell was happening? My thoughts spiraled like a storm I couldn’t control.“I’m your roommate,” Dee said softly, stepping closer. She had sleek black hair, dark glowing skin, and wore brownish cargo pants with a fitted blouse. A suitcase dangled from her hand, and she smiled brightly.I couldn’t help but return the smile. She was beautiful—her pale brows contrasted perfectly against her deep complexion.“Nice to meet you,” I said.“Same here,” she replied, her eyes lingering on me, gaze steady and curious. “You look kind of famil—”“I’m your roommate too!” Linette’s cheerful voice cut in as she appeared beside her. “Come on, let’s go.” She linked her arm through mine and led me down the corridor.The hallway stretched endlessly, grand and golden. Black-and-gold walls shimmered under the soft light, woven basket designs glinting like threads of magic.Then I saw it.A portrait—brow

THIRD PERSON POVAnnie rushed out of the room, clutching a stack of documents—some of which Serra quickly slid under her dress. She hurried down the corridor, breath shallow, until she reached her own chamber. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, locked it tight, and pulled the hidden papers free.“Nothing?” she whispered in disbelief, flipping through them. Not a single mark appeared.A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She dropped the paper on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. For a moment, there was only silence—until something glimmered in the corner of her eye.A faint sparkle.Light flickered against her vision. Serra froze, blinking rapidly, wondering if she was imagining it. But the glow remained—dancing faintly near her desk.She approached slowly.There it was.A book, its cover glimmering with golden dust and streaked with crimson lettering. Sharp spikes framed around the edges.“Bruja,” Serra breathed softly, the Spanish word rolling off her tongue. Meaning "Witc

Ms. Happy smiled. Alpha Ryan fidgeted slightly.What a woman, she thought, turning her gaze to the window.“Oh, Logan and Snow will do more than just prove themselves.”************************Sylvester walked to the edge of the cliff with an amused smile on his face. To be honest, he had never thought his bride could be this brave or this vile. He’d heard she was basically a softie, afraid of difficulty, but what he was seeing now clearly showed otherwise. He chuckled and turned to his shoulder.“Find where she lives. Buy me a house there,” Sylvester ordered. His man nodded in understanding and walked away instantly.The moment he left, the smile on Sylvester’s lips darkened. She had fallen for her mate, which meant there would be no place in her heart for him.He gritted his teeth angrily. To him, the mate bond was a sham: a bondage that tied one soul to another, forcing them to fall in love against their will. They should choose who they loved. He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly

Ms. Happy smiled. Alpha Ryan fidgeted slightly.“What a woman,” she thought, turning her gaze to the window.“Oh, Logan and Snow will do more than just prove themselves.”*********************The bell rang for the last time, and Gareth groaned. He stood up from his seat and approached the door. He opened it slightly, but no one was present. He stared for a while and heaved a sigh.Were those kids pranking him again?He couldn’t help but grit his teeth. He wouldn't blame them, it was all Tiffany’s fault. She had caused it all. Everything. Before she had left for the car years ago, he had warned her. He had clearly told her to stay. Be with him. Forget Logan. But instead, she crushed him where it hurt badly.He hated her. He really wanted to. But he doubted he ever could. "Do you secretly have a pack?" she had asked. Gareth froze. He swallowed slow, empty lumps. "No," he added softly.Tiffany laughed. “Then I don’t have any words for you. MOVE.” she said coldly, and Gareth’s eyes darke

A pang hit her chest—fear, worry, dread.“Plus… the kid’s mum… she… actually… she…”***************“She what?” Snow asked.Kai heaved a sigh. “She’s in critical condition. Although her internal bleeding has stabilized, there are other complications,” he added softly.Snow furrowed her brow.She had already healed the woman. How was she still not completely fine? Something didn’t add up.“Actua—”GaspsSnow froze mid-sentence as she and Kai turned toward the sound. A rogue traitor was still alive. One of his eyes had been gouged out, but the other flicked between them in terror.His breathing became rapid, like fear itself was choking him, especially when his gaze met Snow’s. But her whitish eyes had now returned to their natural blue.“We should take him in for questioning,” Kai said. Immediately, a few Gamma wolves walked over and began dragging the rogue away.“I didn’t do anything! I swear—I’m serious!” he screamed, but the Gammas didn’t say a word, only kept dragging him along.“

And in the shadows, Sylvester’s lips curved into a wild grin.His bride… she was interesting. Bloody. Dangerous. Everything he ever wanted."Hmm... you will surely be mine."******************DarkDamp footsteps echoed near a swampy area. It was pitch-black. Nothing could be seen.A male figure stood still, staring into empty space while blood trickled down his arm. No words. No movement. Not even the sound of breathing.The little boy finally opened his eyes. He was scared. He had seen the murderous look in his father's eyes—the moment he pushed him off.And the fine aunty, the one who had opened the bottle, had tried to run toward him. But… everything had blacked out.Was he dead? In another world? Where was he? What had happened?Maybe the man standing still like a statue would know. He walked toward him slowly and then—Ding!!!“Kid, wake up! Hey!”Kyle heard the boldest, scariest voice, it nearly jolted him awake in panic. But when his eyes fluttered open…Friendly eyes were sta

"Please let me go... Where is mum?" the little pup, Kyle, asked.His eyes darted around the forest as his father dragged him, staring at him with nothing but disgust."That bitch cheated on me and had you... Aren’t you her number one treasure? What would actually happen if you die, huh?" the male added softly and cackled wickedly."I would love to hear her scream—hear her cry as she holds your limp body. Either you cooperate and die less painfully, or I give you a trashy death," he added with vile intent... but the kid only struggled harder."You son of a bastard!" he yelled, raising his hand and slapping the little boy hard.Kyle fell to the ground, tears rushing down his chubby cheeks. The man grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back up."Where did that vile animal go? Are you scared now, huh?" he yelled, laughing cruelly at the boy who was clearly crying in pain.**********************Back in the room, Logan gritted his teeth. She just loved throwing herself into danger. He wa

Didn’t he want her dead? So why let her live?No one could understand him.Not even her. At least, those were the last words she heard before she passed out.***************The blinding light of the sun shimmered around Sylvester, making him look like a king. Even in commoner’s clothing, he still appeared superior and powerful—a presence he desperately tried to mask."Did you find her?" Silver asked his men. They shook their heads in disappointment.He had arrived at Moon Silver Pack… but still couldn’t find his bride. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding in frustration. He sneered for a moment, annoyed beyond control.Worse, he couldn’t even scent her. Not being able to track his fated mate felt like a curse. If she was truly his, shouldn’t the bond pull her toward him?She should already be on her knees, fulfilling his every wish. But the Moon Goddess had other plans.He remembered the past, the moment he had come face to face with her. He’d told her to choose him… or face her fate

“Hey!” one of the inmates snapped her fingers right in front of my face.I didn’t flinch.My gaze stayed glued to the memory playing over and over in my head, like a broken monitor.I remembered it clearly.When I arrived at the restaurant, I was pressed, so I called a waitress and asked for the restroom. She smiled sweetly and said, “Go straight, then turn left when you see the ‘T’ sign on the door.”I followed her directions without hesitation, but the moment I stepped inside the supposed toilet, something felt wrong.The room wasn’t a restroom. It was fully furnished, clean, quiet. Too intentional as it was a huge king-size bedroom.I thought it was a mistake and turned back, planning to find the restroom myself.Now I knew better, that woman was paid to mislead me.A dark chuckle slipped from my lips. That subtle move made the leader angry.The inmate hissed, yanking my hair hard. “You bitch, you think this is funny?”Instead I chuckled darkly and a slap landed on my face.My head

009:“Oh, what’s wrong?” Nicholas’ voice echoed, and I bit down on my lower lip.“I have to go,” I muttered, grabbing my jacket from the chair. Nicholas stood up immediately, confusion written all over his face at my sudden move.I reached for the door handle and pulled, but it didn’t budge. I tugged again, harder, then turned back to Nicholas.“What’s happening?” I asked, but my words was drowned out by the noise around us.The crowd had gathered, faces twisted in anger, disgust, and clear curiosity.“How dare you treat guests in such a way?” a blonde, middle-aged woman yelled, jabbing her finger into a man’s chest, even pushing him backward.I turned to the bouncer guarding the door. “What happened?” I asked.He stared at me coldly, clearly unwilling to say anything. But my sharp gaze made his lips part.“Something was stolen,” he muttered, turning away and crossing his arms, clearly done talking.I clenched my teeth. “I don’t have time for this,” I murmured, glancing at my phone. I

My gaze drifted to the menu in my hands, staring down at the dishes scribbled across it. Yet for some reason, Nicholas’ eyes never left his phone.“Are you expecting someone?” I asked.Nicholas turned his head toward me. “No,” he said quickly and pushed the phone aside, but then, suddenly, a call came through.He froze.My gaze flickered to the screen, no mane and Just a number.I remembered it instantly Kara's. That one friend I did everything in my power to hold onto.I forced a smile. “You should answer your call. You never know how important it might be,” I muttered.He smiled back, picked up the phone, and walked away.The moment his back disappeared, my smile dropped.That familiar sting of anger crawled up my spine. Everything rushed back at once. I clicked my tongue and let out a slow sigh, then raised my hand.“Three of your most expensive dishes,” I told the waiter, “and drinks.”He nodded and walked away, that same second, Nicholas returned.“What did you order?” he asked.

THIRD PERSON POV“I can’t believe she could do such things!” Calla screamed, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.Madam Ye lay on the bed, turned to her side as her back throbbed in pain.Calla had been wiping her blood nonstop, yet it still spilled out again within seconds.“Please, wipe my back,” Ye said, gesturing weakly toward it.Calla scoffed, eyeing her mother from head to toe. She already felt disgusted. Why did she have to take care of such a burden?“If you had done it right, this wouldn’t have happened!” she screamed.Ye froze. It felt like needles piercing into her aching body. If she hadn’t been injured, she would have slapped some sense into that girl.“Please,” she begged. It was her only option now.Calla’s lips twitched.“Gosh, I hate that girl!” she screamed, raking her hands through her hair like a maniac.Madam Ye could only glare at her foolish daughter.“Just come dress my wound,” she said again.Calla shut her up with a glare, sighed, and walked toward her,

ANNA'S POV“You shouldn’t have let her beat you up,” Dominic said, gently wiping antiseptic over my wound from behind.I hissed as he touched a sore spot.“Are you okay?” he asked.A small smile escaped my lips. “I’m good.”“It was the only way to expose her,” I replied, staring at thin air.Now that I had gotten rid of that pest, Madame Ye, I had other things to focus on. Still, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I will see her. In my previous life, they destroyed me with bruises and wounds, lied their way through everything, and Calla even married into wealth. This time, I wouldn’t let them succeed.“What are you up to?” Dominic asked.I sighed. “Finding my biological family.”He gasped and rushed to my side. “Have you found them? Tell me,” he said, grabbing my hands. His sudden touch made me shiver.If there was one thing I hated now, it was men and physical contact. I slowly withdrew my hands, offering him a low smile.In my past life, Dominic was adopted and later became the C

MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE — POVI stepped out of my car and walked into the Rozzo mansion, my long strides naturally drawing eyes.“Oh my, welcome,” Rosa said, flashing her usual fake smile as she approached with a gift in her hands.I didn’t return the smile. I didn’t take the gift either.“My mother is dead,” I said coldly. “You’re just a whore who climbed her way up the ladder.”Her eyes flared, but she forced a smile.“You shouldn’t say that,” she cooed.Footsteps echoed.“Mind how you talk to my mother!” Alistair barked, rushing toward me.I arched a brow. Even he wasn’t worth the dirt on my shoes.I shoved him aside without effort.“Mum, stop shouting at brother like that!” Sabrina yelled, stepping out of her car with a scowl.Rosa’s eyes burned with fury.“He is not your biological brother,” she snapped. “Stop calling him that!”A chuckle slipped from my lips.“Dirty whore,” I muttered. “Finally showing your true nature.”Footsteps approached againHarold Rozzo.....My father. The