Rebecca Bloom The Oc Novels & Stories

Rebecca was seated beside Nona at the bar, and something seemed amiss. Just as I was about to move forward, Rebecca abruptly leaped off the stool, her tiny body trembling violently, and her tear-stained face red and swollen. She spun around, attempting to flee from the kitchen, only to collide with my chest and rebound backward. Her steps faltered, causing her to stumble, and I instinctively reached out to catch her. Gasping for air, she heaved in my arms, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tremors ran through Rebecca's body as she lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. I noticed her surprise, a hitch in her breath, and then she became completely still, seemingly holding her breath.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

My brain feels like it’s been on a treadmill for the last two hours. If I could’ve chosen our next Luna? Honestly? Rebecca would’ve been dead last on the list. Like, buried six feet under the list and covered in cement. From the minute she transferred in last spring, she’s been nothing but a scheming, vapid, manipulative little social climber. She plays the sweet and demure act like a fucking Oscar-winning actress when anyone important is looking. But I’ve seen the cracks. The pettiness. The entitlement. The absolute lack of depth.

Rebecca's Compound Rose and Rebecca walked to a place far from the other vampires and settled to talk. "I'm sorry for coming to find you this way but it's really urgent." Rose started and took her time to glance around the place. "No one will come here. You're free to say what brought you here." Rebecca reassured. "I've been having reoccurring visions about something concerning Cassidy and her daughter." Rose said after three seconds of breathing in and out. Rebecca's eyes turned frosty and sharp. "Cassidy and her daughter? Is this a plot Rebecca put you up to!"

Chloe. Chloe tightened her grip around my hand. Rebecca took one small step forward. Then stopped herself. I could tell she was trying not to overwhelm her. "Hi," she whispered. Chloe stared at her. Something flickered across her face. It looked like confusion or recognition. Maybe both. Rebecca smiled through her tears. "You've gotten so big." Chloe looked up at me. I gave her a small nod. She looked back at Rebecca. "Do I know you?" Rebecca's lips trembled.

"Bring Isaac to me!" Isaac was the best ophthalmologist in the world at such a young age, and he had a good relationship with Cedric. "Yes, ma'am." "Also, find out whether he was in Yonwood City during the surgery!" Rebecca was naturally referring to Cedric. The more Rebecca thought about it, the more restless her heart became. "Yes, ma'am." After Calvin left, Rebecca remained on the sofa, unable to regain her composure for a long time.

Just like a blooming rose, she appeared icily elegant and noble. After feeling dazed, Rebecca soon began to put on an act. “Mom…”

Rebecca smiled at Sonya's pathetic condition. “Tsk, hurry up and open the door, don't take too long. Bob will get suspicious.” “Ok.” Rebecca hurried to open the door. She was stunned. A handsome young man stood up and looked at her in confusion. “Good evening, you're Bob, right?” asked Rebbeca with a very sweet smile. “Right, you're...” “I'm Rebbeca Jones, who sent the message earlier.” “Oh, well, Miss Jones, thank you for accompanying my sister, how is she now?”

Nica’s POV Finally, my plan has worked and Jacob has managed to make it real and perfect. I can’t forget the look on Rebecca’s face when she saw the pictures. I knew Jacob won’t fail me, and I don’t blame myself for trusting him. He has managed to break up Rebecca and Carlos without getting my hands dirty. Rebecca still thinks I am her best friend, but she is mistaken because I am done with her. I don’t want anything to do with her anymore, and she can think whatever she wants. I don’t care.

“Like... spooky pale.” Yeah. I noticed. “Nice to be here,” the girl said with a gentle smile. “I’m Rebecca.” I stared, unmoving. Her bloodlust was gone—but my gut told me what I’d felt wasn’t my imagination. That girl had the scent of death clinging to her. Still, I turned away. If she was a threat, I’d deal with her later. That Night... After surviving hours of mind-numbing lectures, I got the message. “New assignment. Sending target details now.”