Finale Book Becca Fitzpatrick Novels & Stories

"We almost forgot!" I turned around, looking at her confusedly. "About what?" "Finale!" Becca's voice cut in, appearing with hurried steps. "You're part of the finale, Raquel! The final dress is the one you wear, and you have to perform with that collection at the end of the show!" I felt my body stiffen. I had been so busy making sure everything went smoothly that I had almost forgotten that I was also part of the show. Becca looked at me like I had just committed a major crime, while Anna had already started pulling the last dress from the rack.

“The estate goes to Damian, Becca. Not Caleb or Hannah. You think after all the shit Caleb has done behind Damian’s back. Outside of their fake contentious relationship regarding me. You think Damian is going to just hand back the place he could move into once he retires? Please, Becca. Get your head out of your ass.” “You bitch!” She did make a swipe at me, but Caspian grabbed her wrist, throwing her back onto the grass. “Better finish packing up, Miss Sierra. Otherwise, there will be nothing left to come back to.” Caspian pulled me back a couple steps. “Don’t forget your homework and school books. Them burning isn’t an excuse to slack on your work.” Rebecca let out an incoherent scream bef

She wants me to mingle and make friends and fall in love. Becca Dela Vine, senior creative writer of ManHannah creative firm and designs. I must admit, my background is impressive, after the accident I made sure that I will be successful in fulfilling the promise I have with mom. I look like her, black long hair, small face, nice lips. I'm aware that I don't need to flaunt what I have to get attention from anybody. I value my personal space. Looking at my identification card, I realized, staying in this company for far too long has been the reason for my existence.

I've just finished, when Finn stomps into my room, looking sour. "Are you finished yet?" he growls, planting his hands on his hips, looking adorable in his suit. "We're going to miss the entire wedding." "Oh hush," I wave him off. His jaw goes slack when Becca waltzes out from my bathroom. She looks gorgeous, dressed in a pretty, lilac dress with lace. She has paired it with cute silver heels and elegant earrings. I smile and exit the room. I'm dressed in a navy dress that is shorter at the front but longer at the back. It flares behind me as I walk. I glance in the hall mirror, double-checking my makeup.

Perfect. A buzz from Jessica's phone unveils the amazing news to her. As she relays the news back to the diary, she bounces in excitement. Jake Harrison, her gross boss (the same man who made her job a living nightmare), has not only been fired but arrested for embezzlement.

Valerie sat forward and stared at the book with its navy cover and gold pentacle on the front. “It’s the Grimoire - like the one I had before Elena snatched it from me.” “Your mother’s spell book?” Layla nodded, “Yes. Alexander found the copy, and Amelia can translate it.” “Actually,” I chimed in, “I didn’t find it - Melissa did.” “Who is Melissa?” Valerie turned to me. “My secretary.” I could have bitten my tongue off right then when I realized I was only digging a deeper hole for myself by the glare Valerie gave me.

"You haven't heard? Nathaniel's life is falling apart. He's being photographed everywhere drunk, losing his position as CEO of his magazine. The tabloids say he's barely ever home and is on the verge of losing everything." I feel a shock run through me. "Why are you lying? That can't be true." "I have no reason to lie to you, Megra," Becca says, her eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. "By the way, has moving to Stockton made your life better?" A fright takes hold of me at her words. I excuse myself and turn to look at her one last time, noticing the strange satisfaction on her face. It's almost as if her last sentence was a threat, or she knows something.

Sara’s eyes lingered on her twin. Cara sat in the living room scrolling through her phone, hair perfectly styled, nails glossy, lashes long and flawless; everything about her screamed glamour… except for the wheelchair beneath her. Except for the bandaged leg that refused to let her stand. “My dear,” Margaret announced proudly, “I’m back… and I brought your sister.” Only then did Cara finally lift her gaze from the screen. Their eyes met. No smile. No tears. No rush forward.

"Mom, would you please get Gio and drink of juice and something to eat? He needs to replenish and recover before we collar Mommy-Slut." Becky was still on the floor in a puddle of her own juices and wasn't yet able to talk, so she nodded and stood on shaky legs and head to the kitchen to do as she was asked. Cecilia, ever the mother and homemaker, went into the laundry room, grabbed the mop and bucket and wiped up the puddles that both she and Becky had created watching Gio and Abi collar and claim Fiona as their Sister-Slut. She couldn't help but tremble with desire knowing that she was next. She didn't know if she could survive the experience, but she damn sure was going to try.

These women are winning awards, running firms, buying private jets. Meanwhile, my biggest accomplishment lately is not moaning when I think of Nico. “Alessia?” Fabiola waves her long, manicured hand in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Becca has something she wants to share.” I turn to Becca, who looks like she’d been waiting for the spotlight all along. She brushes a hand through her perfectly flat-ironed hair, her smile coy and radiant. “I wasn’t going to say anything yet,” she says, pausing with a dramatic flair. “But I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.”