Rebecca Ross Books Novels & Stories

, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I had no idea how to react. How come she knew about it? Who was she? Did I get the internship offer because of her? Fuck there were so many questions running in my head but I didn't have any answer with me currently. . . . #TBC . . Author Note: Any idea who is Rebecca? Do help Oliver to solve his doubt.

“Why would she do that?’ “She wasn’t happy, Maddox. She had secrets, things she never told you. Rebecca is not the perfect woman you have in your mind. She knew all along she couldn’t measure up to what you thought she was, and she was terrified you would find out.” “But—” I stop speaking. Do I even want to know? “The visions I see are quite clear. The drugs. The men. The broken promises. She was going behind your back and speaking to your enemies as well. You have it in your head that she was some perfect Luna, that she always knew what to do or what to say, but that’s not true. And she had made some deals she couldn’t get out of, so she was beyond depressed and reckless. She loved you, but

The girl jiggled them with a playful laugh. “You can touch them if you want.” Rebecca rapidly shook her head. “N-No thank you.” The girl shrugged. “I’m Rosanne by the way. Rose or Rosie, whatever you like.” Rosie crept closer, closing the small distance between them. The innocent smile on her face didn’t seem so innocent anymore. With nowhere to go, Rebecca watched with apprehension as Rosie got closer and closer to her.

Rebecca had transformed into a witch and had held his entire life in her hands. He shouldn't have pretended in front of Blakely yesterday that the photos were meaningless. Yesterday he was desperately trying to keep his hands from grabbing the whole photos and burning them. All those photos are a source of havoc. They were the result of the poaching that Rebecca did many years ago. Rebecca has a terrible obsession with him. She can incarnate as a crazy stalker who is very ambitious to get whatever she wants. He never even realized that Rebecca had been secretly taking pictures of him until his photo with Fiona was thrown on his desk.

It made Elsie wonder everytime while she fell for him. Soon later, they were done with her. They all spat on her body and cursed, "Wh*re. You are such a f*cking wh*re, pretending you didn't like any of that. Sl*t!" Even though he and his friends abused her on a daily basis, she knew he wan not the mastermind. Henry was too focused on weed, and women were crafting out such a nasty plan that ruined her life. Elsie Ross, formally Elsie Scott, was the only daughter and sole heiress of the Ross family. Born with a gold spoon in her mouth and not some whore for these junkies.

Rebecca was disappointed as she immediately left the room. "Roselle?" Rebecca entered Roselle's room. The girl who was busy reading a novel halted. "What's with the gloomy face?" Roselle sat up, throwing the book to a corner at her bed. Sighting Rebecca, she could tell that something was wrong even if it wasn't serious.

Rebecca replied with a forced smile. After everyone went to their respective rooms, Rebecca returned to her room. She locked the door carefully and sat at her writing desk. There, she picked up her notebook again and started writing. New plans began forming in her mind, more ingenious and cunning than before. "They might think I've given up, but they're wrong," she determinedly thought. "I will make sure that everything goes according to my plan. They won't know what hit them until it's too late." Rebecca closed her notebook and put it away neatly. She turned off the light and lay on her bed, trying to sleep. However, thoughts of her devious plans kept spinning in her head.

11. ROSE POV : I shut my back door as I put in the last grocery bag on my back seat and climb into the drivers seat to go home. I rubbed my head as the activities of the day started crashing down on me. Sandra is kind of lucky that I'm not a bitch like Rebecca who takes her boss as a quick fuck, if not, she would never hear the last of making me go to Jonah's company. He is so reckless come to think of it.

Rebecca “Mrs. Ezra, do you not trust your own son?” I asked, holding her gaze. No blinking. No fear. If Luke’s torture gave me one good thing, it was this, a heart that does not break easy. She was just a woman standing between me and my freedom. “Miss Rebecca, I only asked a simple question.” “Shrimp and grits.” I saw those words on a paper back at Collins’ place. Figured those must be his favorite meals.

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.