My Drop-dead Gorgeous Rebound Novels & Stories

Though Rebecca thought Zane was more intriguing, the video paparazzi were there for the brunette. “Did you enjoy the band?” one reporter called to her, sticking out his microphone. “How could I not,” she cooed, “with a fine man like this to keep me company?” She hugged Zane’s arm, and he smiled down at her. Face and chest flaming with embarrassment, Rebecca seized the remote and snapped the TV off. Boy, Zane hadn’t taken long to get over her dumping him—if dumping was the right term. And so much for what they had being more than a hookup!

“You are amazing. We will definitely talk more later beautiful. For now, can you pull back? I would like to talk to Rebel.” I hear Carter snap his head up. “You are Rebel Lawson?!” I stand in front of Rebel and glare at the rogue. “Yes, she is Rebel Lawson. She is MY, fated mate and MY Luna. No one will take her from me or our pack. Your usefulness has run out.” I tell him and with that I bring my claws out and with one swipe, I cut his head off.

“Ooh, no, no, you had a little girl crush on me? Babe, now I feel weird.” She stood up and poked me in the chest as I laughed. “Hey, you helped me get over Channing Tatum, you did me a favor.” I placed my hand over my heart, pretending to be offended. “Channing, huh? So, I was your rebound crush. This just keeps getting better and better by the second.” “Shut up.” Ruby bound her arms around my waist, rising on her tiptoes. “I thought you were hot. Just accept the compliment.” She pressed her lips against mine.

In under ten seconds, she completed a visual sweep—like a hawk zeroing in on prey—before spinning back around and pointing her perfectly manicured finger toward the edge of the dance floor. “Okay, listen. You need a rebound. Exhibit A: Six-foot-two, hair neater than your ex-fiancé’s moral compass, shirt unbuttoned just enough to scream sexy without slipping into cheap. He either owns a yacht or, at the very least, a VIP card.” I shook my head. “Nope.” Her eyes flicked to a new direction. “Exhibit B: struggling musician. Dressed like payday hasn’t happened yet, but he’s hot enough you’d forgive him. You’d fund his next album and still sleep like a baby.”

You don't need work at this point in your life" My conscience spoke up "And why?" "Because it's useless, all that will be in your head is John you can't even concentrate on work" "I doubt that.." "What you need now is to heal…" "It's not that easy…" "It can be if you give it a chance" "And by chance you mean?" "A sweet Rebound is what you need for your broken heart" I thought about it for a while and my eyes snapped open in excitement, throwing the duvet away, I sat up on the bed feeling happy

“No…you wait. You’ve spoken, and now let me speak. I don’t care what you heard, and I don’t give a fuck about it, either. But I won’t let you assume and then go on to lay accusations that indirectly indicate I’m a slut. “I never used you as a rebound, and if you want to know the full story, then I will tell you. I didn’t even know who you were until I saw you at the engagement party that night. Mavis was the only person who spoke to me when I moved to Orlando. My father ignored me, my stepmother was a nightmare, and her daughter was a witch who was an ass to me. I was stuck, in pain, and in the lowest moment I wouldn’t even wish on my enemy. So forgive me if I fell for him just a little when

Tears blurred my vision. “Thank you,” I whispered. She smiled. “Welcome to the battlefield, Sabrina Mendoza.” That night, alone in the office, I stood before the city lights. My reflection stared back at me from the glass. No longer the girl who had begged to be loved. No longer the woman who had accepted being disposable. I touched the Rebirth pendant resting against my throat. “I survived,” I whispered. My phone buzzed. A news alert. Peterson Luxe stocks drop 4% amid internal conflict.

I swallowed deeply reminding myself I woke up in a very good mood. "Excuse me?" unable to hold myself together "Here" He passed a printed screenshot to me. My eyes almost expanded on reading it. "I just secured you a high-end endorsement deal and now this might cost you that deal," he said, I looked at Emilia who had a sad face "What is this?" I asked genuinely flabbergasted

"Girl, he's in the VIP section. If anybody can make you forget, it's him. Go for it." "And what is it that I am supposed to help you forget?" A deep baritone with a slight English accent hit me and I froze. Heat traveled down my spine and settled between my thighs. "Oh, hello handsome." Tatiana practically purred at the man behind us. I turned to face him and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. My chin definitely hit the floor with a loud bang. Damn, this man was magnificent!

I put my cold hands on my head and swayed myself but the deep breaths I took didn’t calm my panic attack. Lucille kneeled next to me. "Oh my god. Boo, are you okay? What’s wrong? Look, I'm not scared of getting hurt. I know you still love your wife and that’s normal. And I'm not sure about love yet, but I know I really like you. I can handle myself. Let's just be each other's rebound for now." Lucille's voice was so light and soft but her words buried me six feet under. Rebound. I'm just her rebound?