Rebecca Bloom The Oc Novels & Stories

She assumed this was because they’d be flying in a private jet, not because they loved penguin suits. Space was also made for Charlie’s geekalicious four-eyed friend. Caroline’s curvaceous body was poured into black leather pants and a sparkly top. The pants made Rebecca jealous—because they allowed the girl to wear flats. Caroline carried an overnight bag and a rather beefy looking small laptop. “Studying for a final,” the redhead said when she noticed Rebecca’s attention to the computer. “I took summer session over the break.”

I have been scared to ask myself these questions. Rebecca is doing fine, she had already made friends with many people here. She is been busy helping in the clinic. She seems happy. I am also happy. I get to spend most of my time searching for flowers in the forests. I made a friend as well. Her name is Lily. She is really friendly but there is something off about her. I just don't know what.

She saw a woman about her age lying weakly. "Who's there?" The figure got up from its lying position. "How are you Rebecca? I came again." The voice that Rebecca had not heard for a long time now came back to greet her memory. The past was chaos as the coup of an omega destroyed everything. Cery is the daughter of Albatross Smith with an omega woman. This relationship had been going on for a long time after the death of Rebecca's mother. "Cery?" "What do you want, Cery?" A discordant laugh escaped from Cery's mouth making Rebecca immediately straighten her body. She didn't want to mess up a second time.

Knox's POV Before either of us could say anything else, Rebecca's phone buzzed. She looked at the screen. Then at the time. Then at the screen again with the specific expression of someone who has just remembered something that does not stop existing because other things are happening. "I have a class," she said. Ember looked at her. "Go." "I cannot just—" "Rebecca." Ember's voice was tired but clear. "You have been here all night. Go to class. I am stable, the doctor said so himself, and Knox is here."

Instead, the people parted like a curtain. And she walks in, a girl but not Holly. Someone I've only glimpsed in photos on Felix's phone when I was snooping through his I*******m follows. Rebecca Harrison. She is breathtaking in a way that leaves my chest aching. Tall and willowy, with honey blonde hair that tumbled in waves to the middle of her back. She’s got a white dress on — not exactly a wedding dress, but close enough to get the message. Her skin is perfect her smile is practiced and perfect.

Rebecca The rest of the afternoon was filled with client calls and coaching some of the new staff on various complex accounting principles. By the end of the day Rebecca was beat and could think of nothing better than a hot bath. She stood, turning and walking to the file cabinet at the back of her office where the roses sat. She leaned over and breathed in deeply, the sweet smell filling up her senses and reminding her of beauty and innocence. “They’re beautiful.” She turned and smiled at Jason. “Yes they are. I thought they might be from you.”

Anyone with eyes could see Creed is a gorgeous specimen of a man; with his dreamy blue eyes, that hard, muscled body, soft blonde hair, delicious scent… “You’re drooling.” Rebecca’s voice draws me out of my appraisal and when I snap my head towards her again, she was wearing an ‘I told you so’ smirk that I just want to punch off her face. “I was SO not drooling,” I scoff and turn my gaze towards my salad, closely inspecting it for God knows what. “I was just looking.” “Yeah?” Rebecca says. When I look back up at her, she looks serious as she points to the corner of her mouth. “You’ve got a little something there-”

And then there was my beautiful Rebecca. Rebecca looked just like her mom when Angie was her age. She was a dancer, and kept her body firm and in shape. She was stunningly beautiful, like a Hollywood starlet, but also carried herself in such a way as to almost be the hidden gem in the library...covered up in a too-big sweatshirt and glasses, head in a book. I loved Rebecca with all my heart and was so proud of the woman she was becoming. However, on this trip, seeing her alongside her friends by the pool, she was no longer a hidden gem. She knocked the other two out of the park with the way she could rock her outfits and slips and bikinis. She had a new look each day, each somehow more stunn

"Survival is an absolute necessity." My mind raced. The shattered illusions of my past flared up – Lyle’s cold face as the removal men emptied our townhouse. Love is beautiful, yet not always sweet. I had let the intoxicating rush of absolute power blind me. I had forgotten the most basic rule of the Apex Bloom: trust no one. I believed Jessica’s submission because I wanted to believe it. I wanted to be worshipped. And it had almost cost me my life.

She belongs to me and he must make them understand. Rebecca holds her hands up after placing the leaves covered with the purple liquid in a half circle in front of the border. “Openish less deoes, Openish less deoes”. She starts to chant, and she sways from side to side. Every time she chants, she gets louder. Her nose starts to bleed but she goes on not stopping. Sparks came out of her hands like electric currents going straight to the barrier, striking it with force. “Rebecca” my voice was full of concern as I could see that this was truly a lot for her. I placed my hand on her shoulder. I need this, but not at the cost of my best friend.