Rebecca Hawkins Novels & Stories

by some enemies, though no evidence supports the claim. Personality Notes: Intelligent and determined. Fiercely loyal. Loves coffee, dogs, and winning arguments. Claims Coco is "just a dog," but celebrates the dog's birthday every year. Overall Assessment: Rebecca Collins Hart maintains a clean legal record, a strong financial profile, and an excellent public standing despite occasional rumors spread by her rivals. No red flags requiring further investigation were identified. Status: Background Check Complete. ******* I was about to put my phone down when I received another text message.

In a flash of white light, I returned to Heaven and resumed my role as the Snake Immortal, guardian of the Celestial Garden. Five hundred years later, I was curled up under the covers, enjoying a lazy nap, when a familiar fragrance drifted into my nose. A warm embrace wrapped around me. Then came a voice, deep and beloved. "Clarice, I'm back. Everyone who ever hurt you... is gone." The End.

He quickly returned with a very excited and intoxicated Rebecca with him. Rebecca has a slender frame, high cheekbones, and a straight smile. Tattoos decorated her tomboyish figure. Her short hair messy, looking like she's been enjoying the strippers here. I reach for my ear, and discretely turn on the mic. “Target headed in.” I said in a low whisper. He leads her into the room, and shoots me an annoyed glare.

I knew that her presence did not make sense, but this was the last thing that I would have put in my mind. “What the hell did you just say?” I asked, voice sharp and disbelieving. “She was standing over Sienna’s mother’s grave,” Ethan added. “And she called her Mom. Damon, she said it so clearly, so naturally… like it wasn’t even a secret to her. It was as if she knew everything that we are oblivious of. She came and this is not the first time that she's been here. She's been visiting more. She's just been doing it in the shadows, hiding.”

Thanks for bringing it back; you cannot go" he said push me out and closed his human rock. I have nowhere else to go and I can't go back to Atlantica. It's so dark here unlike in Atlantica where the only dark place is the skull room. (ASHER'S POV) I was resting on my couch in the Beach House and surfing the internet when suddenly my door opened and I glanced at it to see a naked girl standing in front of the door and looking around the house. Suddenly she screamed out and started laughing. she looks so beautiful; she has a blue hair and her skin is so fair and spotless.

I could see the flesh wounds were healing but from the bruising on her stomach, I sensed there may be a broken rib we would need to be careful with. She was breathing steadily and that was the main thing. Running over Reid had also shifted, asking how Kate was. “She’s strong and a fighter, I think she may have a broken rib but her other wounds seem to be healing.”. As I looked down, I also saw a broken ankle that was partially healed. Shaking his head, Reid said, “Thank Goddess she was as strong as she was. She trains hard and it’s helped her,” nodding I agree but worried what wounds she suffered that we can’t see.

he repeated, his tone softening slightly. I nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Yes, Ava. She's still alive, in a way. Her spirit is inside this necklace," I explained, holding up the charm for him to see. "And there's a way to bring her back to life." Brax's eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out to touch the necklace, his fingers hovering over the intricate design. "How... how is that possible?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and confusion. I took a moment to explain everything that had happened, from the old witch helping Ava escape to her spirit finding refuge in my necklace. Brax listened intently, his expression shifting from disbelief to determination.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV— She reclined on the bed, draped in a pink, translucent nightwear that left little to the imagination, its design highlighting her flawless figure and accentuating her curves. Gently patting the spot beside her on the bed, she bestowed a smile upon me, her actions accompanied by the delicate scent of a rose I had tossed her way. Her deep, captivating black eyes seemed to beckon me, coaxing me to draw nearer, and I obliged, stepping forward with cautious yet purposeful strides.