Rebecca Hawkins Novels & Stories

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

Grace said as bent down to hold her hand. Rebecca quickly stood up and ran out of the house. She went to the stream that was at the entrance of the staff quarters and sat on rock. She cried out loud there as if she was a little baby. She brought out her phone and called Richard. The moment he answered the call, he heard her crying. Richard: what's wrong dear? Why I crying? Rebecca: my mom is dying of cancer. He became silent knowing that she finally found out. Richard: where are you right now?

That fucking burn in the middle of my chest that screams he lied to you again. He told me he wanted me. So why the fuck is he out there playing house with someone else? I sit on the edge of the bed. The sheets are still warm from when he got out of them this morning. His scent is still all over me. His marks still on my neck, my hips, my goddamn soul. I look down at the phone again, and it’s like the screen is mocking me. Rebecca Cole. Actress. Heiress. Daddy’s favorite. A business genius or some shit. She’s perfect. Clean. Pressed. Groomed.

“Yes. She’s back to arrange a marriage alliance for Rebecca.” Liam halted mid-step and let out a short, derisive laugh. “She won’t even spare her own flesh and blood.” “Is that really a surprise?” Robin shrugged, spreading his hands. “To her, everyone is just a stepping stone on her way up.” Rebecca, their half-sister. The only daughter of General Ferdinand Sinclair. To the outside world, she was the radiant princess of the family, but none knew that when interests were at stake, she could instantly become a bargaining chip.

Time was already far spent chatting and eating and finally, she had to return to the office but just as she was about to leave, a young lady in a clean office suit walked up to her, forcing her to wait a little longer than planned. "Good day, Ms. Vegas." The Lady greeted while sitting on the chair Klaus was sat on earlier across from Jessica. "Good day, do I know you by any chance?" Jessica asked, confused by the lady's familiarity with her last name. "Probably not because I'm not as infamous as you are." She replied and a frown appeared on Jessica's face though she tried to conceal it. "By the way, I'm Rebecca Webber but you can call me Rebecca or Becca for short. I've heard a lot of things

Y E A R 2009, M O N D R A G O N H O T E L. Rebecca Sebastian is temporarily staying in an exclusive hotel room. She is twenty-four years old and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Literature and is now an excellent writer. She has participated in literary competitions and debates; she is skilled in the field so her parents are proud of her. She's a kind-hearted woman. She puts everyone first before herself and treats them as a priority. Donating to charities became her hobby even during her college days. Rebecca never fails to warm anyone's heart, which is why she is envied and loved at the same time.

"Yeah. I will also help you to keep away from that two-timer bastard." "For the record, we're not official and we're not in a relationship yet, okay?" "Yeah, but how dare him awaken love from you when he has a side chick? Gosh, for me it's too much." "We'll just stay away from him. That's final." Rebecca ate the last piece as she focused her eyes on the show that's about to start. Is she ready to move on from the heartbreak that's not even intended from the start. ---- "You don't have to do that for me."

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Caspian instructed. "Yes, sir!" Sylvia replied. Once they ended the phone call, Sylvia immediately began her investigation. The reason Caspian was being this cautious was because Rebecca's appearance was rather sudden. He could not let a complete stranger be so close to Willow. A few minutes later, he received a call from Sylvia. "Caspian, I've already investigated. Rebecca is an artist from Starsphere Media. She has dabbled in film and music. "She's a really famous celebrity in the entire Diatoran. However, she recently rejected the sexual advances of Billy Jennings from Mahayan Pavilion and is currently being hunted down by them …"

“From now on, I’ll prioritize my career. I’ll listen to you.” Silence. Then...“WHAT?!” Rebecca nearly lost her mind. “Are you serious? Ava, you gave up everything for that man! Three years! You walked away from your career to be a full-time housewife and now you’re divorced?! Is this some kind of joke?” Rebecca Ava’s assistant and one of the few people who knew her secret. Because Ava Hilton wasn’t just a former housewife. She was also Aurora A legendary lawyer. There was a saying circulating online: