Divine Rivals Rebecca Ross Novels & Stories

Louis said and was about to stand up when Ashe spoke up. “Rebekah Thomas, mate to Donald Crane and wife of the head of council, the beginning and the end of the war to come. The only one that can tame the evil that dwells in the land of Royanne, the one blessed with the hand of the goddess Thea” after realizing that she had seen Rebekah in her vision but is only remembering it now. “I am Rebekah Thomas, I am also Donald’s mate, not yet his wife. But I think you are mistaken about the remaining parts of that sentence” Rebekah and looked at Louis who was also having a confused look on his face.

She paused, then added reluctantly, “The one who reached out and specifically requested your help is Mr. Tanner.” Ava nodded. “And his opponent?” Rebecca closed her eyes briefly, as if bracing herself. “His rival is…” She opened her eyes and finished in a defeated tone, “Your ex-husband. Ethan Woods.” For the first time since the conversation began, Ava’s fingers stopped moving. Her breath hitched, just slightly. Then she laughed. It was soft, restrained, and utterly devoid of warmth. “So that’s how it is,” Ava murmured. “No wonder you look like you’re attending a funeral.”

I thought they were in this together. "Your obsession with Christian might have you turn against me when this is all over. And Christian is mine, to begin with!” Cassidy gritted, “What are you even talking about!? You said this was about revenge and that you didn’t want to have anything to do with Christian anymore.” Rebecca responded, “Well, maybe I changed my mind.” “You two-timing bi..." Rebecca didn’t get to finish her sentence when Cassidy shot her in the head; her body dropped to the floor with enough impact to send fear coursing through me.

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.

he said once he answered. "None of that is my reason for calling..." He sighed. "So you still don't remember anything for the past few months" "I don't, which is why I want to ask you why I have files on Scarlet Antonio Rivera" "Goodness, even when you lose your memory, you do not forget about a rival do you" "A rival?" I asked, staring at her picture that looked oddly familiar. "Yeah, she messed with your business and then you found out that she was investing in Margo's company so you told me to look into her"

she taunted, grabbing me. Vincent's eyes locked onto mine, his expression desperate. "Ruth, no!" Kael began to chant, his magic wrapping around me. "Stop!" Vincent roared, launching himself at Kael. Elijah intercepted, engaging Kael in a fierce magical duel. Rebecca's grip tightened. "You'll make a fine pawn," she whispered. Vincent's eyes blazed. "Never!" With a burst of adrenaline, I broke free, tackling Rebecca. We crashed to the ground, punches flying.

A man who was tired of hearing his girlfriend's enthusiasm for celebrities. Perhaps, that desire had not wholly disappeared. It was about joining in the glittering of the entertainment world. Oh, Rebecca used to be on several movie projects. With a well-proportioned body and a familiar face of a Latina woman—her mother is from Brazil—she got there even though she couldn't get the primary roles. She only got small scenes. But it didn't take long for her best friend to quit after realizing the fierce competition in that world.

More importantly, how is your robotic Boss who looks exactly like the mystery god who took your V-card and just banged you last night? A faint smile touched my lips despite the stress, as I typed back. Me: Same as usual. The dictator is currently in a meeting. Honestly, I'm actually comfortable working beside him now because I have 100% proof that he doesn't know me. The confusion is gone. The three dots popped up immediately. Skylar: Yeah, yeah... I get that. But girl, don't you think that's incredibly weird? If they share the exact same face, what if they are related? Are you sure you aren't working for a secret twin?

They were now face to face. “Hunter, this is my daughter, Rebecca.” Rob said. Standing right in front of her now, Hunter knew exactly who Rebecca was. Although she had black hair, he could see without a doubt that Rebecca Holland was none other than Becca, the girl he met at Red and Green club. Hunter held his breath as she just stared into his eyes, grim look on her face. Hunter thought, once Rebecca recognized that he was the man she had a one-night stand with, this plan was going to end before it even began. That's if she hadn't already recognized him.

"I assumed the same thing, for a long time." "Your father would have wanted to meet him," Deborah said, her voice softening in the particular way it did when Solomon came up in conversation, grief still present after three years but worn smoother now, less sharp edged than it had once been. "He always believed people could surprise you, if you gave them the chance. I think that's part of why the riverfront deal broke something in him so completely, actually. He extended that same generous belief to Richard Cross, and Richard proved him catastrophically wrong."