Rebecca Godfrey Books Novels & Stories

While the other friend slightly smirks to get a chance to adore her face and body more. "Alright, wait here." She turned and felt the same gaze again but tried to ignore it and started looking around at the shelves, while both boys smirked at each other and looked at her backside with dirty gazes. Their faces look proud to get her back. Rebecca, realizing their gazes, tried to find books fast, but at last, could not find the books. She turned back to look at both boys whose eyes still had the same beast gaze. Rebecca senses their sights trying to speak less.

I got into my car and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. But I didn’t move. Rebecca’s confused face haunted me. Those empty eyes. The way she had looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I meant nothing. This was my fault. Dr Felix was right. Being with a loved one was the fastest way for Rebecca to regain her memories. But what that meant… …was that Fiona and Derrick would be way ahead of the game by the time she became more of herself again. And that was bad.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

I asked in confusion. “There is a prophecy book back at the packhouse. It's locked away safe, and not many know about it. Tyler showed me, and I became engrossed in it, read the whole thing over and over again. It says about a Trybrid human, part angel, part wolf and part vampire. She will rise up and save the world from oblivion. If Azael manages to make his army and kills the archangels, heaven will fall, sending the earth into eternal darkness,” she said as she lifted her head to look into my eyes. “Freya, if that woman is you, you know you'll be turned into a vampire right?” She asked with concern.

Rebecca cried out. “You got your memories back?” Tyler asked and she nodded. “But...where are we?” Rebecca asked curiously as she didn't recognize the place. “You are in a safehouse Rebecca.” She heard a familiar voice and turned around immediately. “Vincent!” She exclaimed and he smiled. “Welcome back Rebecca. It seems the moon goddess is really in your favor. You've cheated death twice now.” Fredrick said as he walked into the room. “How?” Rebecca asked and someone else walked into the room, Lucille.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

“Lydia, do not force me to give them the final order,” She immediately dropped to her knees and began to plead. “I didn't mean to. I was just on my own when your staff here called me and told me you had a woman in your private chambers when you wouldn't even let me into the main building. I was jealous and furious but I didn't want to come, not until she called again to tell me the little girl had charmed you and I needed to break the spell,” So Rebecca was now an enchantress too. I couldn't help but marvel at how a woman in her late thirties could be so gullible?

"He cannot leave this world if he knows you are in it. The bond will not allow him to step into the dark without you, but his mind is stubborn, and his grief is a fortress. You have to help him remember, Rebecca. Through these journals, through your sketches, through whatever it takes... you have to convince the Master that there is a future worth living for." Rebecca sat in the dim, candlelit silence of the grand library, the weight of a forgotten lifetime settling squarely onto her shoulders. She looked at the charcoal pencil in her hand, then toward the heavy doors. She had come to the old country to be a simple scribe, but she was realizing with a terrifying certainty that she was the au

Rebecca's past, she would have helped her remember but she knows nothing. She was still little when Mrs. Rebecca came in and Daisy said she was her mom. When Freya’s mom died of cancer, Mrs. Rebecca stood by her and helped her recover even though she still misses her mom, she feels she’s still here with her in the form of Mrs. Rebecca. “You're gonna be fine alright, “ Freya said as she pulled away from the hug and Mrs. Rebecca nodded. ************* ************* After Lisa had woken up from sleep, she received a text from Alfred that he would be really busy and would not be able to come.

she said, her voice cutting through the chamber with precision, “did not come from nobility, or even humble dignity. She came from a life built on survival… the kind that demands compromises most of us would never imagine.” A murmur spread across the council. “That is still not enough,” another elder insisted. “Speak plainly.” Seraphina’s gaze hardened. “Very well,” she said. “I will.” She took a breath, not because she needed it, but because she understood the weight of what she was about to release. “Rebecca,” she said slowly, “was not simply a woman struggling to survive. She was a woman who was… traded. Passed from one man to another under the guise of necessity. Used, controlled, and ev