Rebecca Jade Novels & Stories

She even refused to give her a set of jewelry and had acted so arrogantly—Christina wished she could crush that haughty attitude. Rebecca's emotions were turbulent. "Come with me." "Where to?" "Sapphire!" Rebecca said angrily. Christina's eyes dimmed, but she didn't say anything. Even though Isabella kept saying she had no feelings for Cedric, the truth was unclear. She might hate everything that was related to Natalie, but emotions were a complex matter. Who knew what might happen during this process? Right now, Rebecca was free to express her displeasure! - Rebecca was a woman who prioritized her interests. She was also an intelligent woman.

“Of course, how careless of me. I am Miss Rebecca, Rhett’s cousin. You know, the former Alpha of Dermont before Alpha Adrian took over." She clarifies as if there is anyone in Ketria who doesn't know who Rhett is. "Rebecca!" Another voice calls, but this one stiffens Parker. "Georgia! Sorry, I am late; I wanted to catch up with my lovely cousin." She could have introduced herself as my cousin but chose Rhett instead. For one who studies insecurities, she is one black hole. "Ruby, Rebecca, thanks for coming." She utters with a smile far too polite to be real.

I nodded again, he right, we both very sensitive personality and we barely used shares our problem let felling to each other, the only thing we used is the bed. "Let's start from the beginning," Jayce said, reaching out his hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jayce, I've been admiring you for quite a long time but I've never found the courage to speak up before," he smiled, introducing himself. I smiled shaking his hands, "I'm Rachel," Jayce then suddenly took my hand moving to my lips, planting a gentle kiss on it. "Do you mind going on a date with me, tomorrow,"

Each introduction was accompanied by polite nods and assessing looks that made me acutely aware of my outsider status. One woman in particular caught my attention. Rebecca something—I missed her last name in the flurry of introductions—was stunning in the way that came from perfect genetics and unlimited resources. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in an elaborate updo, her red gown probably cost more than my annual salary, and her jewelry was clearly real and clearly extensive. But there was something about her stare that made my skin crawl. Her eyes never left Theo, tracking his every movement with an intensity that felt almost predatory.

“Gorgeous.” Reaper’s eyes narrow in warning as he pulls Jade into the security of his arms. “She’s mine. Get your own.” He whispers with a pout. Jade snorts and rolls her eyes. “Okay, then. I know you two probably have some work to take care of. You have ten minutes.” She says with a scolding glare. Which is funny coming from someone so small and fragile. Jade is a very talented ballet dancer. We met last year during one of her performances. She and Reaper were going through some relationship issues, and Kazik was looking for a way to make Reaper hurt. That’s how Reaper and I were able to resolve our differences and became friends.

"Just be yourself. I am not as uptight as Xavier." "Ooo," Rebecca heaves a sigh, her stiff posture almost nonexistent now. "Thank you," "You are welcome Becca." I offer a small smile which she returns. "Now have a look around, take your time… it's a backyard barbecue thing as you know." "Alright." I watch as she walks around the room, digging through the racks. "These jeans goes well with this crop tee… A wedge shoe will definitely be the cherry on top." "Are you sure that will make a good impression on his family?" If I'm gonna make this work I need to get on his family's good side.

I had so much works to do, so I needed that cup to make me bright awake. “I also cross-checked the designs for this season. It was splendid and amazing. When would you sign the deal, Miss?” she asked. Rebekah was a geek. She always wore this thick-rimmed glasses which were a little too big for her face. She had schooled at England and had this British accent that could not be mistaken, even from a mile away. Her clothes were mostly sweaters and denim jeans. Hair, a short curly bub with baby fringe at the front. Let’s just say she wasn’t that runway model even though she was good at making superb fashion supplies.

“We rush ordered the bed last night on the Internet. It arrived in pieces and we assembled it down here. You should have seen Owens’ face when I told him Rebecca’s help was all I needed. Our driver seems to think billionaires and women are equally helpless.” “He’s wrong there,” Rebecca said, emerging from the shadows of a niche. “I can lift hundred-pound tuna.” She knew how to make an entrance. She wasn’t wearing a stitch: not makeup and not clothes. She was no vamp as she came toward them. Her walk was just a walk, not shy but maybe self-conscious. Her body was naturally beautiful—slim, strong, the faint cooking scars on her arms picked up by the strong spotlight. Her small rounded breasts

Trisha was earlier than she should be and was texting to say that she didn’t want to come up. Rebecca texted that she’d be down in a few minutes and stepped back from the mirror, holding onto the sink to step into her red high heels. She looked all of twenty-two herself with her make-up in ‘going out’ mode. She wore a tight black dress that hit mid-thigh, her jewelry and shoes the only true color in her outfit.

“Where’s Rebecca?” The class laughed. Ms. Leni furrowed her brows. “What’s funny?” They laughed harder before pointing at her. “Oh my!” Ms. Leni really did look surprised. “I didn’t… Sorry Rebecca. Well, Hera darling, you did a great job.” Hera smiled, stood up and bowed. “I mean, I know Rebecca is a hidden gem, but you made her shine like a diamond.” “It’s a team effort though. Judiel and Heiji used their funds and connections while me and Ginny groomed Rebecca to gain confidence.” Hera stated.