Rebecca Jade Novels & Stories

I straightened my back, trying to fit in. Then, a girl stepped out from the crowd. Her name was Rebecca Fernard. She was petite and beautiful, with tan skin and a bright smile. She looked young, maybe twenty. “My granddaughter, Rebecca,” Sovereign said. He sounded very proud. “She just got back from Moonlight Academy.” I felt a pang of recognition. Moonlight. That was the same elite school Jeremiah had attended. Rebecca stepped up to Jeremiah. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at him with clear crush in her eyes. She looked like she had never had a bad day in her life.

Seeing mom, she greeted her in her silvery tone and asked with that bright smile, “You must be Rhea. Right? May I come in dear?” Mom politely replied, “Yes I am. But who are you? I don’t think I know you.” The beautiful girl replied again, “I will explain to you everything dear. Trust me, I am here to help you.” Mom hesitantly replied in brief, “Ok.” Then she gave her way to enter inside. After closing the door, mom looked at the girl with anticipation for her explanation. She was quite surprised, meeting such a sudden, unexpected and mysterious visitor. The girl spoke again, after taking a seat on the sofa casually, “Nice to meet you, Rhea. I am Rebeca, sister of Ammenediel. I will stay wit

Rebecca's POV Lady Kalali thrust a jeweled finger toward me, her voice slicing the silence. “Her. Rebecca Rosewyn. Isabelle Rosewyn’s daughter, the Crown’s old potion maker. She runs her own shop now, doesn’t she? Of course she would know how to brew something forbidden.” A gasp rippled through the crowd. People recoiled, pressing closer to glimpse the scandal. Heat prickled under my skin. My entire body felt like it might collapse.

It was so beautiful that Rebecca couldn't care less about anything else. “Sunny… I really like this person. I’m curious what she looks like. She’s so mysterious that there isn’t a single picture of her out there. I even heard from the brands she worked with that none of them have seen her,” Rebecca said while she looked at Xyla and touched the pendant. Rebecca seemed to admire this person a lot from the way she talked about her. Xyla smiled without saying anything. Buzz, buzz, buzz… Right then, Xyla’s phone started vibrating.

Sybil's voice brought her back, and she blinked twice. "Huh?" "You've been quiet for two minutes. Say something" Sybil said. "Go on... I'm.. I'm fine" Pearl replied, piling the duvet over herself. "Yes!" Sybil jumped, leaving the room. * NEXT MORNING, TERRAVERDE PALACE* Rebekah ignored the maids greetings as usual as she descended the stairs, her hair rolled into a twist. Her pyjamas knicker is so short that her mid thighs are left out, and the shirt is transparent as usual.

And now, watching her shift uncomfortably, knowing my cum was probably still leaking out of her, soaking those innocent bikini bottoms, it took everything not to drag her away right then and remind her who owned her. Rebecca clung to my arm like a trophy, her red bikini cover-up riding up her thighs, nails digging in possessively. She was hot—blonde, leggy, vineyard heiress money—but she wasn't Clara. Never would be. "Happy birthday, baby," she purred, leaning in to nip my earlobe, her breath hot and tequila-scented. "You ready to get wild? I planned this game just for you."

Jade. I sigh and turn it off. I can't let him spoil this for me. Not when I'm this far gone. Rebecca can't find out either. I can't risk it. As long as she knows, I handled it, kept him away from interfering. It'll stay that way. Rebecca is insatiable, and hungry for power, for control. She's ready to get rid of anyone that stands in her way, Jade inclusive. And me? I've come too far to fail.

Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches.

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?”

Rebecca drones on and on about her project and then toward the end of the evening, after we’ve had dessert, Ada excused herself because she’s feeling tired. “Sure, sure,” Rebecca says before placing a few kisses on her cheeks. “I’ll be back soon, okay? You make sure you rest. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll talk more about those fragrance free stuff.” She takes the stairs and I remind her to take it slow. After she’s gone, I turn to my sister and say, “Why can’t you ever read the room Rebecca?” Her face is the perfect mask of shock and surprise. “What? What do you mean? What did I do wrong this time?”