Next Rebecca Yarros Book Novels & Stories

Rebecca smiled at Sonya's pathetic condition. “Tsk, hurry up and open the door, don't take too long. Bob will get suspicious.” “Ok.” Rebecca hurried to open the door. She was stunned. A handsome young man stood up and looked at her in confusion. “Good evening, you're Bob, right?” asked Rebbeca with a very sweet smile. “Right, you're...” “I'm Rebbeca Jones, who sent the message earlier.” “Oh, well, Miss Jones, thank you for accompanying my sister, how is she now?”

But my head is spinning. She is unhinged. No, worse. She is scheming. And if I am being dragged under, I’m not going alone. I open my burner phone and scroll down to a number I swore I’d never use again. Nina Rhodes. The blogger. The parasite. The woman who would sell her own mother for a headline. Fortunately for me, she is on a topic I can use. Perfect. She answers on the second ring. "Wow," she says, mock-surprised. "If it isn’t the Ice Queen herself. I thought you only called when you wanted something buried."

_J Oh shit!.. I stare around the table at Nikki and Ernest who've been persistently talking about how they did a GOT marathon New Year night and I just sat and smiled while giving off little comments. Ernest seemed interested in what I said while Nikki had a bored expression. I don't even know what her problem is anymore. I drag my phone under the table and quickly typed. Dallas BBQ. I'm with my boss. Send. "So Becca, I head your designs are a bomb," Ernest said with a small smile. "Honestly, I loved watching the dresses review especially the golden one with all those silver on it"

She didn’t want to know. When it was closing time, Rebecca started to pack her books in her bag, occasionally checking if Niyi was still in class, in case she’d have a chance to speak to her. Unfortunately, Niyi was deep in conversation with Sola and two other girls from SSS3A. Rebecca was reluctant to meet up with her then. If Niyi was going to be rude to her again, she would much prefer it if there were no witnesses.

by some enemies, though no evidence supports the claim. Personality Notes: Intelligent and determined. Fiercely loyal. Loves coffee, dogs, and winning arguments. Claims Coco is "just a dog," but celebrates the dog's birthday every year. Overall Assessment: Rebecca Collins Hart maintains a clean legal record, a strong financial profile, and an excellent public standing despite occasional rumors spread by her rivals. No red flags requiring further investigation were identified. Status: Background Check Complete. ******* I was about to put my phone down when I received another text message.

She asked again, and she grabbed the book from my hand before I could quickly take a snippet of any line. “Umm,” I racked my head. “Something about a Medulloblastoma.” Rebecca looked genuinely confused and I smirked, thinking I had her. But instead, she nodded once and scanned through the page I had supposedly been reading. “Nothing about a Medulla oblongata whatever in here.” “So?” I asked in confusion, dragging my book from her. “So it means that you're not really reading what's in the book and that your mind is elsewhere.” Rebecca revealed and she was spot on. But she didn't need to know that so I feigned confusion.

Marcus cussed. “They took Lila,” Jasper confessed with despair. “The girl?” Freya bellowed. “Are you telling me that they got their hands on that vampire baby?” “Not just the vampire baby,” Jasper emphatically hissed. “They got the mother too.” Marcus placed his hand on Jasper’s shoulder as he said in a soothing manner, “I’m sorry, buddy.” “I have to get her back,” Jasper moaned. “You’re damned right!” Freya bellowed. Pacing the floor of the porch, she spat, “This is a mess, if ever I saw one.”

Nilah's Pov I made my way back to my room through the winding, torch-lit corridors of the huge yards. Sera had insisted I move back to the residential wing just the day before, lifting me out of the sanctuary of the library. The new room was small, lacking the grand shelves and towering windows I had grown accustomed to over the last few months. But since Sera explicitly noted that I would be moving yet again after the coronation, this temporary space was quite suitable for now. It was private, functional, and far away from the prying eyes of the high council.

She put everything in her mouth. "She is teething again," Jenna said. "Everything looks delicious to her." "She tried to eat a book." "That is normal." Jenna laughed. She looked tired. Happy. Phillip came alone. He talked about Sarah the whole time. She was coming next time. He was nervous. "You love her," I said. "I do." "Then do not be nervous. Be present." He nodded. He sat by the fire and watched the flames. Rebecca showed up with purple hair and a red coat. She brought pie. Apple. Her grandmother's recipe. Tom came with her. His beard was longer.

Then Rebecca noticed something written on the last page of the children's book. It wasn't Claire's handwriting. It wasn't Daniel's. The ink was fresh. Only a few years old. The message read: If you're reading this, I'm already gone. Don't look for me. They'll only follow you. Signed with a single initial. D. Rebecca closed the book gently. For the first time, she didn't believe Daniel Cross was dead. She believed he was still running. And that somewhere... He already knew they had found Claire's room.