Play With Me Becka Mack Novels & Stories

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

They met at Walter Media but being college mates drew them closer. The fact that Becky's mother was born in Camden also strengthened their bond, that's why Becky chose her as her daughter's godmother. “Someone’s at the door,” Maya screamed, as she dipped the spoon into the glass bowl. “No! I'll get it,” Becky said, rushing to the door with a can of ice cream in her hand. Evania stared, her face watching in anticipation as Becky stretched the door. The warm sunlight kissed her brown chocolate dark skin as they busked through the entrance.

"Yeah, I get that. But let me warn you about something, or rather, someone." Maya raised her eyebrows. "Who?" Becky glanced around, then lowered her voice. "Gabby, you know her, right? " Maya nodded. P "Gabby?" Maya asked, pretending to be surprised. "She seems nice to me. Though I haven’t talked to her much." Becky scoffed lightly, then shook her head. "Oh, please, dear, that woman is not as sweet as she looks. That girl is the biggest pretender I have ever seen. You are lucky you haven’t gotten too close."

Just in time, Adrian walked over. “There, you are, sweet darling. I was wondering if you’re here yet, turned out the Whitakers got a hold on you before I did,” he said with his refreshingly charming aura. Sophie, trained as she was, slid effortlessly into her Mrs. Beckett persona. She immediately positioned herself next to Adrian, whose heart eased at the gesture and immediately linked her arms to his. “Mr. Beckett, congratulations for the expansion,” Mr. Whitaker, who spoke this time, extended a handshake.

"Not like this." But he only looked at me, eyes glassy, expression unreadable. For a moment, it felt like time stopped. The music outside, the laughter of our friends... everything vanished. Then, his movements slowed. His breathing softened. He blinked and confused, as if waking from a long, heavy dream. "Babe," he murmured, his tone weak, almost sorrowful. Tears pooled in my eyes before I could stop him. I didn’t even know why. Maybe it was frustration. Maybe it was love. Or maybe it was the realization that something in us had changed. Something I couldn’t name.

“Thanks, babe.” I wanted to smash down myself. The feeling was wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards my girlfriend. But I can’t help anticipates it was Chyna who would greet me first. I saw her at the bleacher at the side part of the pool complex. She was cheering our team, I guess. In the first half of the game, I was not myself while playing. But I get energized when I saw Chyna. I felt like a teenager who joined the varsity team and was trying to show off to my crush.

There was no reason why she should be laughing in that manner because there was nothing funny I have seen. "Hahahhaah..! I got you, Becky. Pretend for a second that you weren't scared. I knew you were as scared as shit when I began calling Johnny to drop a message, hahahaha..! You thought I was actually calling the corps, don't you? Hahahahaha...!" She slowed down in her laughter and resumed speaking. "You thought you are the only one who could play jokes, isn't that right, Becky? I'm a bad joker, right!"

Then, I push my room's door open and drop my backpack on the floor before making my way to my bed. However, the familiar sound of my phone beeping stops me. I groan as I bend down beside my bag and dig it out between books. Then, I unlock it. It's a new email from La Debauché. I tap the message with raised brows before my lips pull up into a grin. A new novice wants to be debauchered. Perfect. An escape.

"Speak for yourself. I know for a fact she's interested in you. You'd be good for her." Being half buzzed, I smiled and kissed her cheek. "But, dear Cin, would she be good for me?" She left it along for about six months, then Allan, my partner, asked me for a favor. "Jace, I hate to spring it on you this late, but all of us, Cin, Becky, and her date were going to the theater tomorrow. The touring company of Momma Mia. I know how much you love musicals, you closet sissy, and Beck and her boyfriend had a big fight and they broke up. Would you go with us and keep her company?"

With the evidence secured, I was ready to call the Enforcer Pack—the werewolf version of the police. But before that, I decided to pay Becky a little visit. At that moment, she was livestreaming, shamelessly riding the popularity of the wedding fiasco to sell products. Her voice was as fake as her crocodile tears, oozing false regret while pushing overpriced skincare. Without a word, I marched in and yanked the power cord straight out of the wall.