Play With Me Becka Mack Novels & Stories

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.

"And how about him blatantly disrespecting you by begging for sex from girls that aren't even half his age?" Diana sneers at me and grits her teeth. "Thanks for proving to me that you deserve to suffer!" Diana stomps away, her heels making a rhythmic sound that my cellmate mimics. "Tik-Tak! Tik-Tak! Tik-Tak!" And that's the funniest shit I've ever heard as I laugh wholeheartedly. "I'm Becca by the way." "Girl." "Is your actual name like Girl?" She looks up and her eyes are so beautiful. I can't help but adore them.

Rip I could see the shock on Naomi’s face when Becky ran up to us to hug her leg, which snapped her out of her trance like shock. Noami sank to the floor in front of Becky to pull her into her arms. “Hey, love! What are you doing here?” Naomi asked her. “Mr. Tom and Mrs. Aisha said that we had a special treat today. Everyone is here. They said we could play games and eat pizza!” Becky gushed before looking up at me. “Can I have cheese pizza? It’s my favorite.”

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.

“Hey, Mack. Good to see you here and not a boring party your parents you usually threw.” I roll my eyes. He’s right, but that’s my parent’s party, so I had to be there and play a good daughter role, which I’m actually a good daughter. “I said we were coming, so here we are,” Becca retorts, seemingly annoyed. “Good, babe. Let’s dance later, okay?” James doesn’t seem to care about Rebecca’s expression. “C’mere, Mack. I’d like you to meet someone!” James yells when the new song starts to play. He grabs Rebecca’s hand, and I grab her hand as I follow them.

Becca's wide eyes turned misty and she began to cry, " I miss her too, I want to see my mommy." Well shit, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Coraline until we got home. I gathered Becca in my arms and laid her head on my chest, cradling her, " I know baby, I know you miss her. Don't cry, I'm taking you to see her." Becca sniffled against my chest and rubbed her eyes with her palms," Okay, I won't cry anymore. I'm not a crybaby, I'm a big girl." " You might think you're a big girl but you're still my little Becklebee." I tickled her sides as I spoke and she guffawed with glee.

I was so in trouble forever, how was I gonna... okay my Mama was walking towards the window and she opened it. "Good evening, Mrs.Ogali", Beck said obviously nervous. "Why are you at my daughter's window at umm 10 pm in the evening?". "I just got pizza for her and a drink, she asked me to get her a drink", he stammered as Mom eyed him skeptically. "Don't stay up too late", She said to me and then she walked out of the room as Beck climbed in through the window. TB and Beck exchange this knowing look and then walked out lazily and then I shut the door.

—Good, I want you to take care of yourself. She kisses Beck’s forehead and stands up. —Now go eat something, okay? I don’t want my daughter getting sick. Beck smiles, watching her mother leave the room. Soon after, her phone rings, and Lídia’s name appears on the screen. —Hey, stranger! —Sorry, friend! I’ve been so busy lately. —I thought we could go to the mall today. Beck hesitates for a moment, then sighs. —Not today, I’m going to a party.

“It’s Scott... He helped Natalia when–” I cut Becca’s statement before I widen my eyes towards her direction. “Oh, sorry.” She put on a peace sign. “We met him when we were playing volleyball.” “You, Natalia Carter, are playing volleyball? Since when?” “Since she met me!” Becca clapped her hands in enthusiasm. “Yeah... Becca did teach me how to play.” “And that guy... Did he just stole our nicknames?” Nathan complained. “Come on, Nat. It’s nothing...” I assured him.