Rebecca Bloom The Oc Novels & Stories

, “Mmm, I see, someone got her mate’s mark. Don’t lie, you haven’t missed me at all when you were in Xander’s embrace.” I blushed instantly and my cheeks turned crimson. I mumbled, “Ugggh! Now don’t say that you have seen everything.” “Never, but I know everything, and I am or you my dear,” hugging me, she replied in her motherly tone. I asked, “Rebeca, will you come with me? I am returning to Xander’s apartment.” I Rebecca's company, she was just like a friend and I wanted to know many things from her so I wanted to drag her along with me. Rebeca replied, “No, I am not going with you but you are coming with me. Call Liam and say him that pick you up from old society’s ally, after two hours.

“You’re awake! Are you feeling better? Does it hurt anywhere?” Dominic saw how worried she was and smiled. “It doesn’t hurt. If anything, I feel happy.” Freya looked at his leg wrapped in plaster and started to cry again. “You went through so much rehab just to learn to stand, but now you've been injured again. How are you still smiling?” "Because you're safe,” Dominic said.

“I’ll keep waiting… until you open your eyes…” Rebecca continued to gaze at Samuel. “And when you wake up, we’ll start everything anew. Without the shadows of the past. Without anyone who can come between us again…” Reno arrived moments later, carrying Samuel’s favorite little plush toy. “Mommy… I want to put this next to Daddy. So Daddy won’t be alone…” Rebecca gently stroked Reno’s head. “Thank you, sweetheart. Daddy will love that.” Behind the ICU glass, the world seemed to stand still. But for Rebecca, the fight was far from over. Though the wounds hadn’t fully healed, she now stood strong. She had won—not by taking revenge, but by finally standing up for herself and for those she loved.

Ella cuts in. Rebecca took a deep breath, deciding to ignore the question even though she had worriedly thought about same thing. “I found a note inside the flower and it says ‘Watch the news’ and when I did, it was talking about Mrs Olivia’s death.” Both line went quiet, no one said a word, and it bothered Rebecaa. “Are you there?” “Yes, I am.” Ella replied. “I just realized something. Listen Becca, we’ll talk later.” “Don’t call me that, my…” Before Rebecca could finish talking, the line disconnected.

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

Rebecca took off her sneakers and allowed her feet to sink into the white fluffy carpet. This feels good! she felt like a little school girl again. She dropped her backpack and headed straight to the adjoining TV room, but there was no one there. Instead, jazz music could be heard over the stereo system, making her wanting to break into a slow dance. She was giddy with excitement. Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca Grey! You need to talk some sense to William about the cover-up and ask him about the rose, she smacked her head, willing herself to be more sensible. She hated feeling like a fish out of water.

Melody blinked slowly and sat up on her bed when she heard Rebecca's voice. Rebecca was seated on a couch in her room and pressing her phone with a wide smile as she blew bubbles from the gum in her mouth. Her eyes twitched when she remembered what Hunter had asked her. She really likes Rebecca. She felt lucky that a rich girl like her wanted to mingle with someone like her and she would have accepted Rebecca's help another time but she also needed to think about everything she was doing. And take things slow so that she won't make any mistakes.

We weren’t sure if it was my magic or the baby’s interfering with the ultrasound equipment, but whenever we tried the screen would produce nothing but static induced snow on the screen. The kitchen was empty except for Rebecca. Rebecca was for all intents and purposes, our head maid. She tended to the housework and the meal preparations. She was also very gracious about our special diet. Being a Normie meant that she was an outcast in our community, but Rebecca had shown a desire to become a vampire herself. It was Liam’s idea to move her in to show her all the reasons why that would be a bad idea. I was rather fond of her. “Good evening, Rebecca.”

“Find her. ” Rebecca appered in the mainsion almost immediately, scanning Bloom's bedroom, analyzing what could have happened. Henery was glad he changed bloom's room the one on upper floor just a night earlier from the servants basement quaters. Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him, “the girl is missing. And before you tell me not to worry, remember, your son’s life is still in my hands...... If she doesn’t return, if she refuses … you will be responsible for whatever happens to him.”

Annie quickly agreed and they settled in, turning off the lights. They were quiet for the first couple of episodes, neither knowing exactly what to say. The two just enjoyed each others company until Rebecca's phone buzzed. She blushed as she looked down before quickly turning her phone off. "Who was that?" Annie asked, wiggling her eyes brows with a suggestive smile on her face. Rebecca rolled her eyes, throwing a piece of popcorn at Annie while her cheeks turned a dark red.