Reba Mcentire Novels & Stories

As I turned around, I came face to face with a girl with her hands folded looking at me "Demetria?" she called me after an eye roll "Bitch what are you doing here," she said with a frown, I panicked immediately did I perhaps have a beef with the celebrant "Abigail?"Georgiana called her "Who brought a celebrity to my party" She suddenly cried taking me by surprise, and she was being for real, as tears began to stream through her eyes "Your dress looks better than mine," she said pointing at me, I know I did dress well but there was no way in hell my dress looked better than hers, she literally looks like a fairy cosplaying as a Goddess, like breathtaking in her gown.

Ah, ah, so Odessa is the one his mother approves of. “She's Queen Kyra.” Uma frowned. “What? What are you saying?” Victor looked around, realizing that he'd fucked up by not bringing the only evidence he had to show his mother. “Eira showed me a portrait of the late Queen Kyra. She overheard the conversation between the King and Odessa. She's the reincarnation of Queen Kyra.” Uma was shocked beyond words; her mouth opened and closed like a fish, not a single word escaping it. A reincarnation?

REBEKAH MECEDA Rebekah had come across many villages even before she turned 21. The young woman had been on the road for over four years. She could have settled in either of the villages, but she refused to. She would say she didn't appreciate how this village smelled, and the next town she would say gave her a weird vibe, and she didn't like it. Every person in either of the villages wanted her to stay. Rebekah Maceda was a good "medicine woman" who had at least a piece of idea of every sickness and what kind of leaves or medicine could cure or control it. She left a mark on every village she passed through because she would attend to the sick and heal them.

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I said, “Babe, if you think that`s the school that will bring the best potential Doctor out of you, then why not invest in you? I`m going to marry you after all.” “But I don’t want you in my life anymore. I told you when we were 9 but you still chose to follow that life, Mastermind.” She said, “See why I didn’t want to associate myself with people who lives that life? I`m homeless. No family. No friends. No Blood. No… God why are you punishing me?” “Don’t blame…”

I was a grown woman who had already gone through enough suffering to age mentally by at least another fifteen years. I had survived Silver Moon. I had survived betrayal, humiliation, heartbreak and public disgrace. I had endured an entire mating built on lies and manipulation. I had nearly carried children before Stephanie ripped them away from me cruelly. Compared to all of that, why was I behaving like an upcoming party was the end of the world? Honestly, it was embarrassing. “Get yourself together, Nilah,” I muttered beneath my breath while mentally scolding myself harder. “You are supposed to become an Alpha, not collapse because people invited you to drink and gossip under moonlight.”

I know a man who pushed too early got a prepared answer and a man who waited got the truth eventually. I looked at the woman sitting across my desk. The woman I had married barely six months after Serena died. “The Beaumont proposal,” I said. I noticed the relief shift in her expression. The return to navigable ground. “Yes. If you look at page three,” “I’ll read it tonight,” I said plainly. She nodded once, picked up her bag and headed toward the door. At the doorway she paused and turned back. “Adrian,” her voice was quieter now. “Whatever you’re looking for in all of this, be careful what you find.” She held my gaze for a moment. “Some truths don’t leave room for the life you’ve built aro

"I hope you‌ have a dress,⁠ Vivian‍. W⁠e have a⁠ lot of people t‍‍o disappoi​nt ton‍i‍ght." ​⁠"I have the perfect​ dress," I s‍⁠aid, t​h‌in​k​in​g of the da⁠rk red sil‍k I had s​‌een in a w⁠​indow​ on‌ my w‌‍ay he‌re. "⁠A‌nd I'm r‍eady to‍ pl​a​y the gam‌e.⁠" T​he re‍​birth h​‌ad b⁠e⁠gun‍. And this‌ time, I‍​ wasn't going to be the o‍n​e d⁠y‌​in​g​ in the rain.