Rebecca Jade Novels & Stories

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

So I put on the diamond earrings Deimos got me and two chunky gold bracelets on one hand. Rebecca eyes me approvingly over her tea. From the moment I set eyes on her, I'm speechless. The photos don't do her justice. Her red hair stops below her neck, silky smooth. Pale white skin spreads out her body, freckles on both cheeks. She has pitch black eyes that gleam at me. Her dress is a sage green one that hugs her till her mid thighs and spreads out beneath her feet, showing off huge breasts, a snatched waist and slender hips. I'm stunned at her beauty and she knows it, by the smile she offers me.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

Walking closer, I quietly pushed the door open, only to have my heart squeeze at the sight in front of me. Rebecca was moving around the room. A slow song played in the background as she twirled around, a smile present on her beautiful face. She was oblivious to my presence, and I took the opportunity to admire her. Leaning against the door, I didn’t take my eyes off my Angel. Rebecca was wearing a light pink dress that came down to her knees. Her black hair hung loose at her back as she danced around barefooted. She looked angelic. Impossibly beautiful.

the voice said. A petite woman emerged from behind Xander, her soft features framed by curly brown hair that tumbled in loose waves down her back. Her brown eyes were warm and inviting, a stark contrast to Xander's fierce gaze. "Rebecca," Xander growled, shooting her a disapproving glance. "Hello," Rebecca greeted with a gentle smile, extending a delicate hand towards Lyra. "My name is Rebecca. I am a healer in this realm." "Lyra," she responded, hesitating before taking Rebecca's hand.

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

"She looks like a stray. Did you pick her up from the gutter to entertain the council?" “How dare you?!” Asher stopped, his aura flaring with a sudden, suffocating pressure that made the air vibrate. "This is Nilah," he said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. "The eldest daughter of the Alpha. The true heir of the Serene Moon."

This was for my mother and brother. And…yes, for myself. I wanted to know more about this mysterious man who now owned me. So, with a deep breath, I touched the intercom button. “rebecca? I’m ready.” Rebecca was a short and slender Hispanic woman with thick black hair tied back in a long braid that was gray at the temples. She wore a simple uniform of black slacks, a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and practical black clogs. She had kind, intelligent brown eyes that looked me over in a thorough assessment.

Diamond’s POV Rebecca stepped out of the car. She was wearing her hair in a bun different from the normal waves she usually carried outside the hospital. She was wearing a long red sundress with wedges too. She rarely wore dresses, long ones at that. If she wasn’t in her scrub then it was a jean or fitted skirt. She walked towards us with a black bag in hand. “Surprise!!”, she grinned. “How are you here?”, I asked utterly shocked.

She sighed again before returning to look at me. “Anyway. You are the secret Laura, you are exactly what Amethyst stood for, a living, breathing symbol of peace. Vampire and wolf together, not as enemy’s but as family.” “What does any of that really mean?” I asked after a while of silence. Rebbeka smirked before rolling her eyes “oh that right I have to spell this stuff out with you” she giggled playfully as I felt my checks brighten in embarrassment. “Well, it means you, like the Goddess have the ability for great power. She was killed before the world really got to see her at her full potential. Kissed by the moon…” She mumbled as she reached out to touch my hair as if enchanted by it.