Killian Macgregor And Rebecca Novelas e Histórias

"I've heard that story a million times, and it sounds like a written poem every time I hear it. " "It's a beautiful love story," I say looking into Eleanor's beautiful brown eyes. "Whatever comes from the Lord is beautiful. " I now know where Kyle gets his religious roots. "Amen," says Kyle. "If that is so, Rebecca must be from the Lord. " "Rebecca. Isaac's wife," Eleanor smiles. "Beautiful name." The old woman is staring at me and I find it quiet... Creepy. "You can call me Becca. " She's still staring. "I prefer Rebecca."

“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about, Sarah Killian. You have no idea what THEM is up to behind closed doors.” “You mean, worse than contracting out serial killers and assassins to kill civilians all over the country? Please, Nick. You came to the wrong girl if you’re looking for righteous indignation over anything THEM might be up to. I’m sorry you had a little nervous breakdown, or whatever, and got yourself turned over to the Feds, but that was your problem.”

I wasn't willing to go in—the last time I did, it hadn't gone well. "You are Reid McKenzie?" I turned to the person, recognizing the detective at once. "Yeah... How did you know it was me?" I questioned. "Oh, we already looked into the victim's background, and you were the one who appeared to be closer to him." Detective Garfield answered. I shouldn't underestimate Killian's superpowers. "What is it that you have to say to me. I left college for this." My voice was a bit manly this time, unlike the time I had sounded like a fucking loser while I was with Piper and Darren.

"You've lost too much weight in that place. You'd better come to the wedding and eat something nutritious. At least you deserve it." Realization cut through Killian like a knife. His eyes shifted back from Jack Moore to Cassandra. She couldn't look at him. It wasn't guilt and neither was it remorse. It was a clinical detachment. His presence was making her... inconvenient. "I see it clicked now." Jack nodded, smirking like he played it well. "The accident was planned to remove you. I wasn't dead— stayed away from the public for just a month. Private Penthouse—" He paused, circling Killian like a predator taunting a battered prey.

Jacob is watching me steadfastly as I walk around aimlessly. "What are you doing?" He finally asked. "Trying to get back up the hill" "You can just keep going down, and we can take a cable from there back up," he tells me and I bite my lip in embarrassment at how I didn't think of that. So I brush past him, walking down the hill. "Rebecca!" "What is it, Jacob?" I question, my eyes full of regret and anger. "Don't act like that didn't just happen" "What?" "The kiss"

Their remarks didn't escape my ears. "I thought Philip reconciled with Megan?" "Same here! Isn't he already divorced Sarah?" "And shit, that bitch! Megan is here!" remarked Rebecca, clearly irritated by my presence. But I never imagined that these women had planned to embarrass me at the event.

Helena had her uses when Gabriella needed rumors spread with all due speed. “When is he doing that? My mother needs to speak to me.” Helena muted the phone and returned moments later. “Gabriella, my mother had an interesting detail you seem to have missed. Maybe you didn’t know. I don’t know. Merina MacGregor and Conner O’Keefe were engaged to each other in the cradle. Gabriella be careful how you explain this to others. They may not understand like I do. I remember how crazy she was. Always claiming her stepmother hated her and wanted her gone.”

Abigail said something, and getting down from the altar Katrina walked over and leaning over Rebecca's face kissed her ,and appeared to be trying to comfort her. As she did Mark dipped his head and started tonguing one of her nipples. When Rebecca's mouth opened in a moan, Katrina kissed her again, and reaching out started playing with the other nipple as Mark worked the other one with his tongue. After a minute Katrina leaned back up and placed her hands on Rebecca's shoulders to hold her still. Mark pushed himself back over her, and once again poised his cock at the tip of her pussy. I found I was holding my breath and had the feeling I wasn't the only one.

He grabbed his car keys from the key holder before turning my way. "I'm taking a ride. I'll be back in time to pick you up for the game." He headed to the garage. "Killian, I'm sorry." He stopped, glanced over his shoulder, and pierced me with his dark, intense eyes. "I can't do this right now." His voice held no emotion whatsoever. I stood frozen and watched him leave. Never had I thought I'd be the one to hurt him. He was Killian MacGregor and I was Rebecca Cavanaugh. We'd been together for a little over a week and it was too soon for the heavy feeling surrounding my heart.

Well, they were best friends and fights like this were already normal for both of them. “I can’t wait for two years to come. I will really take my revenge on you, you’ll see.” “It’s okay for me if you’re already married to Gavin. You can take revenge all you want.” “Gosh, you’re terrible.” Rebecca said as she swallowed. However, she couldn’t help but smile a little from what Sheira told her. How she wanted it if it would really happen. There’s something in her heart that also wanted it that way. However, she will never know what will happen in the future that lies ahead to both of them.