Rebecca Godfrey Books Novels & Stories

"You need to leave. Now." But Rebecca didn't stop. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made me want to disappear. "Let me tell you something, little stray," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I've been with these men for three years. I've shared their bed, their secrets, their lives. And you think you can replace me in three days?" She laughed, cold and cruel. "You're nothing. You'll always be nothing. And when they tire of you—and they will—I'll be here, waiting. Just like I always am."

Will I be able to stand the truth? Rebecca and I have been good friends since we were just kids and I don't want to ruin that by doing this. Part of me clearly did not want to do this but my inquisitive side wanted so badly to know why her character was changing. Rebecca has stopped behaving like Rebecca and has started behaving like...well me. Rebecca of old was mellow,a push over,quite,and very shy. But Rebecca of now is feisty,smart and very bold. It's almost as if they are two people who has been living in that body.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

At this time, Godfrey wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and sleep. "What do you know?" Lydia glared at Godfrey and said. Godfrey lowered his head feebly. How could he not know what Lydia was thinking? She was just going to show off her new clothes, which was her hobby. He wished that everyone in the world would know that she was wearing a famous brand new dress.

The elders’ gazes turned cold and judgmental toward Hilary, and servants whispered behind her back, pointing fingers whenever she passed. Furious, Hilary smashed countless pieces of fine porcelain across the estate halls, screaming through her tears. She begged James to defend her name, to clear the lies, but he merely sighed and said with irritation, “If you’re innocent, you don’t have to fear what they say in the shadows. Give it time. It’ll fade.” His indifference filled her with panic. Suspicion took root, and soon she trusted no one, spiraling into hysteria. That was when I decided to return in person and deliver them an even greater surprise.

“The sweet girl vibes, almost.” Alicia growled, glaring at Godfrey. “There is nothing you can do, Georgina is dead, if I can't have you, no one can.” Godfrey scoffed, walking closer to her until they were standing toe to toe. “Garrick was right about you, a wolf in sheep's clothing.”

They also brought the very cake and delicious pastries they used to sneak off to give Sonia when I was little. Now that they offered them to me, I felt no surprise or gratitude—I didn't feel anything. "Oh my! I'm so surprised!" Rebecca fell back onto the grass with a piece of foxtail grass between her lips. She rested her head on her arms and teased, "I'm genuinely surprised that you remembered Frey's birthday. I thought the only files in your brains were about Sonia's." The three being scolded hung their heads, silent. I can't help but laugh. When it came to sharp tongues, Rebecca still reigned—her words stung like a bee.

Cassie had gradually made her way over to me, and I took off her restraints. “Thanks, Freya,” she said while she hugged me. “Are you okay, Cassie?” I asked as I stroked Tristan's hair. She sat down beside Tristan and held his hand. “Yeah, I will be. Today has strangely snapped me out of my grief, I was so lost Freya, and I couldn't find my way back. I just miss her so much. But having them bloodsuckers snatch me, gave me the fire back. I want to get stronger, so that I can have my revenge, and kill every last one of them!”

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

I smile, trying to be humorous. Rebecca did not relax, however. - Are you sure you don't want to come with me? She insists. - No, I prefer not. I decide by diving back into my notebook. - Good. She whispers before getting back into the shower. Rebecca is a girl with a café-au-lait complexion and is the only girl I talk to. Although for a pastor's daughter, she dresses in an almost Gothic way. She remains decent in general terms and lives with one foot in the church and the other sometimes oscillating towards the secular world....