Rebecca Makkai: Books Novels & Stories

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

But what if that is what gets him to answer me? I hope I am not falling for him. I just needed someone to talk to. That is all. “My real name is…” I stopped. Just say it. All of it. I pulled in a deep breath and kept going. “Do not tell anyone what I am about to write. My name is Rebecca. I am married, but I am trapped. The only way out is death. My husband is blackmailing me. He has a some videos that makes it look like I murdered my own parents. If that video gets out, I go to jail for the rest of my life. And even worse, everyone will hate me. But the truth is… I do not remember killing them. And I do not think I could ever do something like that.”

The conference room's windows were nearly black, mirroring the snowy Aspen streets outside and my mood within. I tugged my dark turtleneck down, feeling the cold clinging to me despite the heat indoors. I set my laptop on the glossy table and connected to the secure video link. Reese’s face filled the main square, flanked by a journalist from The Intercept and Denver civil rights attorney Karla St. James, whose piercing gaze commanded attention even over Zoom. “Makayla,” Reese greeted with her usual calm professionalism, though I caught the tightness around her eyes. She was in her Boston office, a towering wall of books behind her, a mug steaming beside her elbow. “You look like hell.”

…What evil-wolf-husband? I blinked, confused for a second, then it hit me. Rebecca’s book. Gosh she really has terrible taste in book titles. A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. It was surprising that Margaux knew about Rebecca’s book, but it also lightened the mood a little. "You know about the book? And you immediately figured it out based on that?" "Well, she did use pseudonyms for the characters," Margaux said with a sly grin. "But some of us can still put two and two together."

With a sudden, sharp splash, the water on the map turned a deep, bruised crimson, and the vision vanished, leaving only the stagnant, bleeding ink on the ancient vellum. The Grand Hall was dead silent, save for the frantic pounding of the highland rain against the glass. Rebecca’s chest heaved as she stared at the spot where a man had just been murdered. The corporate legal battle she had prepared for had just transformed into a literal slaughterhouse. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at the Sovereign, her brilliant eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fierce, protective outrage. "Lucian," Rebecca whispered, her voice trembling but resolute as she gripped his arm, feeling the iron-ha

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It is the utmost honor to have you grace this year's gala with your esteemed presence. I am Rebecca, and I would be delighted to..." "Excuse me," Malakai interrupted, swiftly sidestepping her and continuing his search. Rebecca, undeterred by his apparent impatience, fell into step beside Malakai and Steph, her voice ringing out with excitement as she announced the names of each passing contestant. Finally, guided by Amani's enchanting scent, Malakai found her. She stood with her back turned, engaged in a spirited conversation about her art with a group of admirers. Beside her, a man stood, his possessive hand resting on the small of Amani's back. A surge of primal rage coursed through Malak

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

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Chapter 127 Rebecca's POV I closed the bedroom door behind me. Not all the way. Just enough to keep the voices outside from becoming more than soft murmurs, the letter still rested in my hands. My fingers lingered over the folded paper for a little bit. I had faced monsters without trembling. I had walked through the Forgotten City. I had stood beneath ancient bells that remembered the world itself. Yet this... This frightened me more than any of it, because anything within the pages must have been written by someone who had loved me before I could remember her. I sat gently on the edge of the bed, the mattress sunk under my weight.