Next Rebecca Yarros Book Novels & Stories

Rebecca pulled off her hood, and dark hair spilled into the early light. A few passersby glanced her way. "This is the stop. Bro, you can head back now." "I'll wait until you get on," Oscar replied. She smiled. "Having a brother feels pretty good." She tugged him closer, then released his sleeve. She pulled a small book from her pocket, no bigger than her palm. Oscar recognized it at once. It was an Anglo vocabulary guide. She flashed him a quick smile, lowered her eyes, and began to recite under her breath. Oscar stood beside her and watched the morning unfold.

“And even if they had, I can’t leave yet. I can’t let Daniel get away with this.” Rebecca sighed. “You’re stubborn.” “I know.” She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. I don’t agree, but I’ll support you.” Rebecca folded her arms and leaned back against the car seat. Her earlier casual tone faded, replaced by something more measured and deliberate. “Alright,” she said. “Now that we’re out of imminent danger.” I turned slightly toward her voice, sensing the shift before she even continued. “Yara,” Rebecca said, her voice steady, “the first thing we need to talk about is you.”

Yasmine slammed the case onto the bed so hard it made Rebecca jump. “That bastard!” The look upon the woman’s face was so harsh that it scared Rebecca. It was a look that didn’t belong and truly meant that she was pissed. Rebecca started to get up. Yasmine placed her hand on Rebeccas arm. “No, stay. I’m sorry.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She opened the case, revealing makeup. “Syrus can be a real asshole sometimes. Whatever he said last night, dismiss it. He has a lot going on right now.” She chewed her bottom lip as she picked out eyeshadow and lipstick.

The castle was breathing again. In the solar adjacent to the Great Hall, a fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm, amber glow across a massive oak table that was buried beneath centuries of parchment. Rebecca sat with her midnight-black hair tied back loosely, a single ink-stained finger tracing the dense, faded script of a massive leather-bound volume. She had exchanged her structured legal attire for a soft, dark wool tunic, though her heavy leather combat boots remained firmly on her feet—a stubborn habit of a woman who was always prepared for the terrain to shift.

Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest.

Rebecca replied her sharply, confident about her decision. Tracey scowled at her. Rebecca looked at her plainly, unthreatened by the scowl. She carried her daughter in her arms and left the room with her. She climbed down the stairs. They were halfway down when Rebecca saw Williams. He was climbing up the stairs. His eyes met hers. He looked away and cut them dead. He climbed the remaining stairs and went straight to the room. Rebecca watched him until he had left completely. She heaved sadly and climbed down. She walked to the front door and pulled it open. The horseman held the carriage door open when he saw her. She got in and the door was closed.

Finally, I stood, feeling strangely lighter, almost as if I’d washed away the weight of the North. I left “Scarlett” behind in that bath, and when I stepped out, I was Annika—a woman with a fresh start, unburdened by the past. On the bed lay a beautiful beige dress, soft and elegant, with a note beside it: “Wear this and meet me for dinner so I can introduce you. PS: Look nice, it’ll make it easier,” it read, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a small flicker of excitement.

"She is sweet and kind and yes, very professional. But I feel bad for Ms. Cornell, she had got married just four months before and her marriage didn't work out." . The moment I heard this, I looked toward Rebecca who was glaring at Jake. And the way she was looking at him, it felt like she had heard what Jake was saying a moment before. At the same time, I saw something very unusual, her eye changed its color for a while from Violet to Gold in her left eye and red in her right eye. I looked again, but it was violet. . 'Was I assuming the things on my own?', . . .

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

Because you are inspired! I just smiled and continued eating. It is the same. * "Ma'am, can we postpone the upcoming fifty years anniversary of AIC? " Nathalie's secretary asked. She thinks deeply about the last time. She and Steven had on the yacht. She knew it would make way for Catherine to be found. That is what she will not allow. That they meet. She turned to her thinking of noticing Jade in front of him. "What is it?" She raised an eyebrow at it as she looked at it.