Rebecca Jade Novels & Stories

When I got in, I was greeted by the sight of my brother’s girlfriend who goes by the name Rebecca Alice Davis. Rebecca is a kind-hearted, sweet, lovely, gentle, humble, beautiful girl who is also in the same class as he is. She is seventeen ‘a years older than me and my twin’, has light skin, is a 5’8 model, has full pink lips, a slightly pointed nose, a heart-shaped face, and has this natural brown curly hair that she braided in ‘bob marley’. She naturally has long hair that is almost her bum length when she straightens it.

It didn’t dull the anger, but it helped. I was on my third glass when a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Rhea? No fucking way.” I turned to see Jade Monroe, one of my old casual hookups from before this whole Kai nightmare started. Jade was dressed even wilder than usual, a tiny red metallic top that barely covered her nipples, a black micro skirt that rode up with every step, fishnet stockings, and sky high heels. Her dark hair was wild, makeup bold, and she moved like she owned the entire club.

Seems her cousin was more of a rebel then assumed, although she didn't quite understand what the older lady was talking about, "I never knew this. What did Monica have to do with the war, she was just a child." Rebecca did not seem to want to answer immediately. She just smirked and looked forward, rounding the bend around the fish shaped fountain. "It's almost like two complementary things, like coal and fire," she finally explained, "With a warrior like that in their country, and all that gold, she was the best person for all their lethal motives. She's living up to that expectation as we can see. The most threatening maiden I know. If she wasn't used then to take over England, it might ha

Rebecca was able to escape from the but she suffered much in the hand of the Lycans. Freya lied that it was Ellis that sent her since she’s a useless Omega. Rebecca was a hybrid, a half-werewolf, and half-witch. Rebecca was tortured by the Lycans and during her pains, she prayed to the moon goddess to make her baby strong in case she lost her life in the process. Freya stabbed Rebecca intending to kill her baby, it was a painful process for her. A story no one would ever know about. Rebecca cursed the Darkclaw, that they would never have younger pups and no one would be blessed with a true mate. She cursed them with a painful heart as blood dripped down her legs, a part of her baby slipping

"Good morning to all! We have a really special visitor today, so it's a very wonderful morning indeed. Mind you, she cleared her schedule just to be here today. I'm sure you've known her already. Who doesn't know someone who is both stunning and intelligent? Miss Latonia Esquerra is a goddess, right?" Everyone applauded except for her. She even folded her arms while not taking her eyes off the two. "Good morning! Although I may not look like I speak Tagalog well, I actually do." The stunning woman smiled as she said it. When she spoke Tagalog, her accent was endearing. That only strengthens her already potent sexual appeal.

Her long hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders. Even the way she walked radiated confidence. Rebecca Jefferson. Derrick recognized her immediately. As one of Miami's most famous socialites and models, her face appeared regularly in magazines, luxury advertisements, and entertainment news.

Water clung to her bare face, but her eyes—eyes that were always lowered and obedient inside Bradford Manor—now shone under the cameras with a cold, untamed pride. She wore no makeup. No couture gown. Yet the moment she surfaced from the water, the entire screen seemed to ignite with her beauty and endurance. Then Liam appeared beside the pool. The mature, handsome captain of the national team stood against the light with absolute confidence. In front of the British sports media, he lifted one hand and pointed toward Rebecca in the water. “Remember her name. Rebecca Perry. She is the ace the British national swimming team waited three years to bring back.” The word ace struck through the din

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“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

Winter read every line of the profile without skipping a word. Rebecca had entered the entertainment industry as a model straight out of high school, later transitioning into acting. There was no record of her attending university. That meant she couldn't possibly have been Victoria's university classmate. Winter's mind went blank, the pieces refusing to fit together. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Elijah. "Win? What's wrong?" Elijah's voice came through quickly, warm as ever. Winter's gaze darkened. "Eli, you were right. That Ms. Green is definitely not what she seems!"