Reba Mcentire Novels & Stories

Looking at his peaceful face, she whispered, voice trembling: “Richard… I finally understand why I came back. Being with you, I learned so much—about myself… about what I want, what truly makes me happy, who I really am.” Her voice cracked, and tears filled her eyes. “The life I was given back,it wasn’t for revenge. It was so I could live properly. To laugh, to love… to be happy again.” She leaned closer, her forehead resting on his arm. “There are so many things I still want to do with you. So please… come back to me. I’ll be waiting, okay?” Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as she kissed him softly. Then, with a shaky sigh, she rested her head on his chest,listening to the faint rhythm o

‎ ‎My breath left me in a rush that almost turned into a sob. ‎ ‎Beneath the photo, one last message appeared. ‎ ‎> If you want him back… ‎stop trusting the people who raised you. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The screen went dark. ‎ ‎No typing. No read receipt. Nothing. ‎ ‎I sat there, phone glowing faintly in my hands, heart pounding like it was trying to warn me of something I wasn’t ready to hear. ‎ ‎Downstairs, I heard Gregory laugh softly at something on the news. ‎

After a brief silence, Eliza nodded and said, “I can’t argue that. I don’t know what my problem is. It’s just that sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this body.” “That’s crazy,” Reba scowled. “You have a great body. I’d take your body over mine any day.” That wasn’t the first time she’d made that type of remark to Eliza. With rich, dark, wavy hair that flowed over her shoulders, Eliza possessed a lean hourglass, five-feet-six-inch physique, Reba was more robust. The fact that her height was lucky to reach five-feet-two-inches with shoes on only proved to enhance her fluffy appearance. Bright red curls that were thick like a lion’s mane completed Reba’s disappointment in her lack of

Besides, she was waiting for the one million pesos payment from Miss Beautiful. Finally, she could get out of this babysitting job. She had never dreamed of taking care of a child at her age. In fact, she had once persuaded Divina to abort her first pregnancy. She almost jumped when the baby's cries grew louder. "Hey, Minda! Feed your grandchild already. It looks starving!" yelled a driver, annoyed by the noise. She was still at the jeepney stop. Even though she wasn’t begging anymore—thanks to the generous woman interested in the baby—she still hung around there.

she said, her tone sharp with determination. She’d piqued Dexter’s curiosity, a spark of unease flickering within him. To be in Maverick’s inner circle, a person had to offer something valuable. Autumn, for instance, was the granddaughter of the reputable Helena Dawson. Helena, who had rescued her family from bankruptcy after her husband’s death, was revered; her legacy was alive in her only legitimate grandchild, Autumn, who bore a striking resemblance to her.

But she loved her current job so could only busy herself and coaxed the furious Sabrina Taylor. “Young Lady, it is because you are too focused on her! You lost your great concentration! I bet this is her strategy…she wanted to disrupt your rhythm so she can gain the upper hand! That’s it!” Sabrina, who wanted to blame someone or something because of her repetitive failure, finally grinned. She nodded her head in understanding. “You are right. Why would I let an ant bother me? I am still a nominee for Best New Comer Award, who is she? She is so old yet she does not have a proper portfolio.”

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

The Past and The Future April 14, 2009 Jasper The few people left in the club were either enjoying a nice conversation at their tables or were sitting alone by the bar, drinks in their hands and faces in a frown. I sat in the farthest stool in the corner minding my brandy, when a good looking woman sat one stool away from me. She smiled at me as the bartender left to make her apple martini and I raised my glass at her. Music filled the room when the band came back from their break and the singer, a young man in his twenties, started singing Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers.The woman snorted. "Excuse me." she said, raising her glass at me.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

Reba explained on a monologue not knowing that Rachel dose off she gave up on time when she heard her sister steady breathing. Later she wake up late and this time she tried to beat the time in multi tasking. Having to brush her teeth while having a quick shower. Putting on her make up trying to cover the tell tale of her weeping, while drinking her coffee. She took a look in herself in the mirror and pick up her handbag step on her high heels. She open the door and step out of her rented apartment. She was tempted to return back inside, when she saw Angus the son of the landlord who have bullying into getting a thing with her in which she dismiss in saying she had a boyfriend.