Rebecca Ross Books Novels & Stories

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

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.

", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame. "We still haven't found any evidences against that Mafia. But we need to save Rosaline from that inhumane freak as soon as possible. I am really scared for her" Introduction: Rebecca Wills -Better known as the 'Relentless Rebecca" -23 years old -Agent 005 -Childhood friend of Rosaline Leon tried to alleviate the pain of his disheartened colleague. He knows how much she is worried about her friend. "He won't hurt Rosaline, Rebecca. We all know how much Xavier loves her and how much-"

"By the way, I'm Rebecca Webber but you can call me Rebecca or Becca for short. I've heard a lot of things about you. Bad things actually. I heard you always bring ill luck to…" "Seriously?" Jessica interrupted. "Did you waste my time here to tell me that?" She asked angrily. "Of course not, Ms. Vegas. Contrarily, I want to debunk those rumors because we're meeting for the first time and you're bringing me great luck. Thank you." Rebecca replied to Jessica's surprise and while Jessica was still trying to process her statement, Rebecca stood up and walked out on her, giving her no further explanation at all. "If I'm right, today has to be one the worst days of my life since Cruz came into it.

And I wondered if she was even aware of what Luke was playing at. It may have been the alcohol, but everything that the man seemed to do was downright sensual and very inviting. And I slowly, I was falling for that charm. Never once in my wildest dream did I ever think I would look at a man with blonde hair and want to bed him right there and then. But then Luke… “I can assure you, Miss Brown…” Rebecca, the blonde with red lips and hazel eyes said with a dazzling smile. “I am not a reader myself but when that book came out, I just had to get myself a copy.” She countered, and I forced a smile.

…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."

Her mind was a storm jealousy, heartbreak, and rage twisting together until she could hardly breathe. She picked up her phone again, scrolling through Maya’s pictures on social media. There she was, smiling beside Elias, her eyes full of warmth. The sight made Rebecca’s blood boil. “You took everything from me,” she whispered bitterly. “But I’ll make sure you lose it all.” Her phone buzzed suddenly — a message from an unknown number. The text read: “I know things about Maya Denovan. Things the world shouldn’t know. Interested?” Rebecca’s breath caught. She stared at the message for a long time before a small, dangerous smile curved her lips.

The castle was breathing again. In the solar adjacent to the Great Hall, a fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm, amber glow across a massive oak table that was buried beneath centuries of parchment. Rebecca sat with her midnight-black hair tied back loosely, a single ink-stained finger tracing the dense, faded script of a massive leather-bound volume. She had exchanged her structured legal attire for a soft, dark wool tunic, though her heavy leather combat boots remained firmly on her feet—a stubborn habit of a woman who was always prepared for the terrain to shift.

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

With love, Rebecca Charles