Rebecca Bloom The Oc Novels & Stories

"I'll be right here at three to pick you up." I watched him walk through the gates, several staff members greeting him warmly. As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me. "Well, look who's back in Ocean City." I turned slowly. Rebecca Morris blocked my path, her wolf radiating disapproval. She had been part of Veronica's group at the Academy years ago. "Hello, Rebecca," I said quietly, Emily shrinking away from her dominant aura. She flipped her perfect hair. "You've got some nerve showing your face here after what you did to Veronica."

In her long dress, she looked like a goddess descending to earth. "Hi, everyone! I'm Rebecca!" Rebecca waved, smiling. "Rebecca!" "Rebecca!" "Rebecca!" The crowd erupted in cheers. Rebecca was used to such scenes. Her eyes wandered toward Caspian, and she realized that he paid no attention to her. His focus was solely on Willow. Rebecca couldn't help but be curious. What did Willow have that attracted someone so outstanding like Caspian? Rebecca's appearance further boosted the atmosphere, and Southlake Corporation's new product became an instant sensation.

Rebecca said with twist of annoyance in her face and her voice. Johnson apologized and promise not to repeat such a mistake again. Rebecca is also 19 years old , she is Cecilia's best friend, they've been friends since thier early university's days, over three years of deep friendship, Rebecca loved Cecilia deeply , but hid the most important truth about herself, she pretends to be decent so that Cecilia can reciprocate the love she has for her and earns Cecilia’s love. She is chubby, with large boobs and ass, dark in complexion, she loves sex a lot but played innocent whenever she is with her friend. Johnson is one of Rebecca's side flings , that only calls her whenever, he needs her servic

Rebecca had transformed into a witch and had held his entire life in her hands. He shouldn't have pretended in front of Blakely yesterday that the photos were meaningless. Yesterday he was desperately trying to keep his hands from grabbing the whole photos and burning them. All those photos are a source of havoc. They were the result of the poaching that Rebecca did many years ago. Rebecca has a terrible obsession with him. She can incarnate as a crazy stalker who is very ambitious to get whatever she wants. He never even realized that Rebecca had been secretly taking pictures of him until his photo with Fiona was thrown on his desk.

My phone is still on the table beside me, screen dim, the photo of Toby burned into my head so deeply at this point that I don’t even need to look at it anymore. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. And every time I see him, I see her standing beside him like I was never supposed to exist in that picture. My jaw tightens slightly. No. That’s the part I can’t let go of because Evelyn didn’t just leave me. She rebuilt an entire life without me in it and somehow that irritates me more than the lies. The soft sound of footsteps pulls me out of my thoughts and I glance up just as Rebecca walks into the room wearing one of my old shirts like she owns the place.

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

Her screen flashed as she submitted the work, and then it returned to her home screen. That’s when I saw it. A photo on her lock screen. Two girls, sitting side by side, flower crowns in their hair. Rebecca stared off to the side, serene. The other girl laughed right into the camera—amber hair, eyes full of light. “Is that your sister?” I asked, feeling something like recognition spark in my chest. Rebecca’s face changed. Not with pain—but with something deeper. A kind of stillness. “Was,” she said. “She died.”