Next Rebecca Yarros Book Novels & Stories

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!

She quickened her pace. Inside, Jessica was still sprawled on her bed, earbuds in. Faith was asleep, curled up like a comma. No one else was packing. Then Rebecca emerged from the bathroom, face fully beat, hair laid, perfume trailing behind her. She strolled to Jessica’s bed and smirked. “Finally. I’m leaving this dirty doom.” Her voice dripped with satisfaction. “God, I can’t be any happier. Imagine sharing a room with your enemy.” She flipped her hair. “I can’t believe I survived this scholarship dorm.”

The other was on the opposite end of the room, beside a girl I recognized immediately. Red hair. Pale skin. Eyes like deep forests after rain. She sat hunched over a tablet, not speaking to anyone. No one so much as glanced her way. She was heartbreakingly beautiful—but she might as well have been wallpaper. “What’s her story?” I asked Aaron under my breath. He looked over and sighed theatrically. “Ah. Rebecca.” “That’s her name?” “That’s her tragedy,” Aaron replied. “It involves star-crossed love, fake dating, heartbreak, penance, and a hero’s journey.”

Taking Grandpa’s warning seriously, I went to the library to take books to complete my notes. As I enter, I notice Rebecca Sinclair holding a pile of book in her hands, with a smugly smile on her face when her gaze falls on me. What is her problem? Every chic in this school wants to be with me but her, she is a pain in ass, just like her grades. She tops in academics’ every year and she knows that she is winning this already! “hey! Ashford! What’s up?” Oliver, my best friend taps on my shoulder, “she is not your type, dude!” she points when he notices I was glaring at Rebecca.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

Max’s hands also remained above her waist, although she did feel a rather solid bulge pressed against her. The game moving quite rapidly, Rebecca drew her next card. “Nine of spades,” she announced, time for her to lose the last of her clothing as well. Rebecca turned her back towards where Larry and Jill sat, moving in front of Max who reached up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and peeling them down over her curvy hips.

"Let's bounce before Gray starts actually biting people." Isaac eyes me with that infuriating smirk. "Try not to murder anyone, Captain." "Shut up," I mutter. As they head for the exit, Brandon calls over his shoulder, "Play nice!" Rebecca's heels click as she approaches, and she hands me the file with fingers that linger just a second too long against mine. I take it and flip through the pages without really seeing them. She leans closer than necessary, her perfume cloying and artificial. "You know, you've really grown up, Grayson."

My boots echoed on the cracked concrete floor. “Karen?” I tried again, louder. That’s when I heard it. The faintest whisper of movement, too quiet, too deliberate. I turned sharply, ready to shift, when something hard and cold cracked against the back of my skull. A sharp pain shot through my head. And then everything turned dark. ^^^ Bridget Reyes A week before The cabin looked like it had grown out of the earth itself, rotting, crumbling, and covered in vines thick with dirt and decay. Fog clung to the ground, the trees tall and large.

The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread. He walked up to his wife, his footsteps echoing through the room. Rebecca stood by the towerings bookshelves, crafted from dark wood. It stretched towards the ceiling, heavy with tomes bound in worn leather. She was engrossed in an ancient book, its leather-bound cover creaking as she flipped through its yellow pages. “How bad is it?” Arnold asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyes fixed intently on Rebecca. “Not bad enough to bother us.” Rebecca replied, her eyes scanning the pages of the book she held in her hand.

“I am flattered by your praise, Clarissa. You have a diamond of the first waters on your hands, Gary. Beautiful and well-spoken, all the qualities of a promising Luna. I have sent a guard to fetch my son and he will be here soon. Ah, speak of the devil! Over here, son.” I swept my gaze behind me in curiosity and my heart nearly stopped at the sight of the male approaching us. Casting my eyes down, I pulled on the reins of my emotions and listened for his footsteps instead. His feet walked past my area of view and I could swear I heard a sharp intake of breath. Kaira stood a step behind me as required, silent in the presence of her superiors. “Father,” a deep tenor floated around and I fought