Rebecca Ross Books In Order Novels & Stories

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

Under it was a timeline—dates and events listed like a surgical plan. Fire at Smiths’ Meeting – Complete. Jamie’s Clients Diverted – Complete. Anonymous Call Intercepted – Complete. Susan’s Emotional State – Unstable (Progressing Well). ⸻ And then a small note at the end of the files: “Be careful Susan.” Was this person trying to help me? Each line was a knife. Every word, a betrayal. I recognized the dates. They were my life. Every moment I thought had been accidental. Every twist I thought I had caused.

Jane's lips twitched. It was all because of Ross. Zachary once said that as long as something didn’t require flexibility, Ross was the one to rely on. He only followed orders and never played tricks. No matter who the other person was. He only obeyed Zachary and her. She hadn’t expected that her commands would be more effective than those of Rebecca. "Ross, you’re the Collins family’s bodyguard. How can you obey orders from an outsider?" Rebecca was still struggling, but Ross, annoyed, actually tied her up.

Ava said as I nodded. "I just need to charm this woman and act smitten by her and in no time she'll fall for me. Then I can propose. Order me a ring, your choice one she wouldn't be able to say no to." I said as Ava picked up her tablet by her side and starts shopping online. "Tell me about this woman?" The little I know about her would work in my favour. “Rebecca Marlowe. Daughter of Elijah and Annabelle Marlowe. She’s a practicing lawyer working at her father’s firm. Twenty-seven. Never been in a relationship. Extremely shy, doesn’t drink, and conservative in her ways.” Ava rattled off.

Rebecca was folding some of Catherine's clothes and put them in the wardrobe. She closed the wardrobe and let out a sigh. She walked the bed and sat down. She was dressed to leave. She picked up her shoes and put it on. She did the same to the other. She stood on her feet and picked her handbag. She walked towards to the dressing table. Rebecca kept her bag on the table and wore the gloves she had left there. She was putting on her hat-which had roses on it-when the door opened.

Even from here, I notice one hand resting close to the gun hidden beneath his jacket. "Nelly," I whisper urgently, lowering my voice. "Listen carefully. Mag isn't who you think she is. She's evil. She's manipulative, cruel... and dangerous. You need to pack your things and leave Ricks Estate before—" "I already know, Rossy." Nelly cuts in before I can finish. I stare at her. "You... do?" She nods sadly.

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.

Rebecca took off her sneakers and allowed her feet to sink into the white fluffy carpet. This feels good! she felt like a little school girl again. She dropped her backpack and headed straight to the adjoining TV room, but there was no one there. Instead, jazz music could be heard over the stereo system, making her wanting to break into a slow dance. She was giddy with excitement. Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca Grey! You need to talk some sense to William about the cover-up and ask him about the rose, she smacked her head, willing herself to be more sensible. She hated feeling like a fish out of water.

Rebecca said to her daughter. Eloisa wrapped her arms around her mom and promise her not to leave her again. "Mom, starting today, I will take you home. Dad wasn't around so we can have now our freedom. You will not be locked in here anymore." She said and her mom smiled so cheerfully. *** One month later Lucy decided to visit the real Cassandra alone inside the prison. The security guard accepted her visit request and she was inside the visitor's room waiting for her. She tried to relax since she hasn't met her in person but only Carolina who looked so much like her.

"Get some rest, B. Well soon be back." As Liz left, Becca lay on the couch, took some Advil and got comfy with a box of ice cream and her favorite novel, the Percy Jackson series. Few minutes later, she put down the book and closed her eyes, sighing as sleep drew her in. It was so peaceful, a meaningless dream enclosed her. Somewhere in the dream, she heard a creak. Shaking it off, Her dream continued. Hurried footsteps jolted her from the stupid dream.