Becky Prim Novels & Stories

"We better go back to the house. It is getting dark now." Rebecca nodded as they stood up. Sheira held her hand as they went back to her car. She looked at Becca again as she focused her gaze on the road while driving. She couldn't imagine losing Becca in case. She thinks that Becca is the only girl who lives in her own house most of the time. She's worried most of the time, possible things she may do. She couldn't help but to feel concerned for her friend because she's not one hundred percent by her side. She might do something for herself that would end her life, God forbid.

Vanessa stated after enjoying the drama when Alexander was accused by Becca. “See?” Alexander said to Becca. Becca didn’t say anything as soon as her eyes fell on the man with different colored eyes. Her eyes pierced through his, and she didn’t get a warm feeling from him at all; rather it gave her goosebumps even by looking at him. “Who are you?” Becca questioned Phil. “This is my brother, Phil Insworthe,” Alexander introduced, then pointed to Pristine, “This is Pristine Grace.” “Oh, I have heard about the two of you,” Becca mumbled and extended a hand to shake with Pristine first, who accepted it politely. “I am Becca Hertford,” she said and then shook hands with Phil.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

It was perfect television. What it actually was: two hours of Beck holding my waist while I stumbled around in rental skates, both of us pretending the other didn't make our skin burn. But between takes, while they were adjusting the lighting, Beck wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the other hockey players on the ice. Specifically, he was watching one in particular. Theo Mercer. Beck's best friend and teammate. The one person who was always around him, always laughing, always there. Except when Beck was on camera with me. Then Theo disappeared.

I groaned and she writhed her hips on my cock. “By the way,” Amelia whispered in my ear. “Becky is seeing that guy, which is why she hasn’t drifted through our bed yet, but did you see how hot her Mom looked in that dress during the service? And Becky says she heard her moaning your name from inside her bedroom a couple of nights. Think you want to hook up with a MILF before you make me a MILF?” “Amelia, honey, we’re almost at the reception,” I groaned, glancing out the window of the limousine.

But it seemed pretty natural too. When she saw me coming, she stood up and stretched out her hand. "You must be Winter, the mother of the celebrant." I smiled politely, taking her hand. "You must be the party planner..." "Oh, pardon my manners." She clasped her hands apologetically. "I am Becky Williamson. Please, just call me Becky."

We walked into the backyard, and I saw Becky immediately. She was by the pool in a bright pink bikini, her brow curly hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her eyes lit up when she saw Damon. “Big bro!” she shouted excitedly , running toward him and putting her arms around his neck. Damon laughed and hugged her back. “Missed you too, troublemaker.” When she pulled back and spotted me, her eyes widened. “Who’s this?” “This is Violet,” Damon said. “ My fiancée.” The smile on Becky’s face vanished for a moment before coming back to place.

Clayton didn't budge, silently standing his ground. "Layla, who's that?" asked Salem. "That's Clayton, my new beastkin." "What?" Salem looked at me in disbelief. "You've taken in a new beastkin? What about me?" "Wow!" Lisa exclaimed loudly. "Mom and Dad, come quick! Layla's got a new beastkin!" Hearing the commotion, Mom and Dad came out to look at Clayton. I took Clayton's hand and introduced him. "Mom and Dad, this is our newest family member. His name is Clayton Yarrow."

They met at Walter Media but being college mates drew them closer. The fact that Becky's mother was born in Camden also strengthened their bond, that's why Becky chose her as her daughter's godmother. “Someone’s at the door,” Maya screamed, as she dipped the spoon into the glass bowl. “No! I'll get it,” Becky said, rushing to the door with a can of ice cream in her hand. Evania stared, her face watching in anticipation as Becky stretched the door. The warm sunlight kissed her brown chocolate dark skin as they busked through the entrance.

A horrible combo. “Hey, Kim!” I whipped my head toward the voice, unable to place it at first, before my lips spread into a genuine smile. “Becca.” Rebecca, better known as Becca, was probably the cutest menace I had ever met. Standing at barely five-three, she somehow carried the confidence and aggression of someone twice her size.