Rebecca Quinn: Books Novels & Stories

He was a genuine rich man. In a single glance, Rebecca had taken his full inventory. At least the past few weeks had been good for something. She smiled politely. "Of course." The seat beside her was empty. She had no companion, so there was no reason to refuse. "Thank you." He sat down. Rebecca turned back to her book. Lucius Vaughn smiled and nodded toward the cover in her hands. "Is that Mysterious Revival?" Rebecca gave a small nod. The title was printed on the spine. Ignoring the question entirely would have been rude.

he murmured. She rose, trembling, every bone in her body screaming against it. Her knees wobbled. Her breath caught. She wanted to spit in Fiona’s face, to scream at Derrick, to claw free and bolt—but Ryan’s hand anchored her, guiding her into the open. Fiona’s eyes glittered when she saw her. “There she is,” she sang. Rebecca felt naked under her stare, like every secret she held was plastered across her skin. “Do it,” Fiona said, thrusting the kit toward her.

I had been reading for hours again. Eventually, I leaned back slightly, closing the book for a moment as I lifted my gaze toward the window. The night outside stretched endlessly, but it was calm and soothing. That was how things were in this pack. I haven't come in contact with anyone other than Ael and occasionally, Sera during the time I lived in this library so things were relatively peaceful. “Do you know? It’s been almost four months,” I said quietly. Ael looked up from where he sat across from me. “What has?”

Dave was speechless. His daughter loved reading gossip. During her free time, Quinn would watch mini-series on her phone or read romance novels. Many of the mini-series were based on novels. She would read the book of the mini-series she enjoyed. Quinn started to get interested in novels that revolved around the romance between a CEO and a plain Jane. Now that the situation was happening in real life, she wanted to meet these real-life characters in person. To Quinn, it was like meeting her favorite celebrities.

I whispered suddenly aware of his cold presence, my nipples stood pushing against the fabric of my dress. He bent to my eye level and gazed into my eyes, I was entranced. My hand moved of their own accord to his face, he was warm to touch and that startled me. "You are warm" I said simply "Yes" he whispered, his eyes darkening "Aren't vampires supposed to be cold blooded." I breathed "What books have you been reading, dear Guinevere." "Well I needed to know what kind of person you are." I muttered indignantly "You could always ask"

Now, that's a question that did not answer up until now. (Adapted from The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins, first edition) *~*~*~*~* Lady Rebecca Davis, or also known as Becca by her friends and families, closed the book that she was currently reading about the history of her home country, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins. The author was anonymous but the book was published for public usage as she did remember reading it when she was being tutored by one of the greatest minds on the island.

“All you gotta do is pick up a book from the return cart by the chapel door. It’s a donation. Look for “The Fault in Our Stars.” He blinked. “The one with the crying teenagers?” “Yeah, that one.” He eyed me. “There better not be a weapon inside it.” I grinned. “Of course not. Just feelings and sodium.” ***** An hour later: Quincy returns to the cell holding the book like it’s been dipped in acid. He drops it on my bed. “There. You and your teen angst.” “Much appreciated,” I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages.

About ten minutes later, a very beautiful and sexy woman came into the private room. Rebecca smiled when she saw the woman. She was finally here. The woman had a full head of sexy, wavy hair. She sat opposite Rebecca. She drank her tea elegantly before saying, “I heard that Lucy Quill’s plan got exposed. Are you alright?” “I’m fine.” Rebecca said quietly, “It’s fortunate that I’m still worth something to them, and I managed to scrape through.” “It has been hard on you, Aunt Rebecca.” There was self-deprecation and bitterness in the eyes of the beautiful woman. When Rebecca saw the look on her face, she shook her head hard. “I’m fine.”

Or even speaking to me at all. No...yes...maybe....had a lot of sex on the beach. Have you ever tried it? Of course, you have, even physically right Jacob? She's drunk! I wonder what went through her mind when she wrote this text. Was it me and Claudia? She's probably seen my I*******m post before. The ones I deleted when I met Becca again at Aspen. Please tell me where you are! No. Rebecca. I type her full name because I'm feeling edgy.

"You, too Amanda. You're beautiful and please don't stress yourself out when working here. I know you have a lot of students to deal with." She nodded with a smile. I carried the books and scanned the pages that I needed to review. Although I have a lot of books at home, I also wanted to make sure I could remember everything. Gavin also texted me that he will be following me in the library because he bought something. I am wondering what was that this time. I was busy scanning the pages of some books when I overheard some of my schoolmates talking to each other in a softer way. "I never thought Rebecca could be that desperate. Imagine? How the nerve that she ever got Gavin when she is still