Rebecca Ross Books Novels & Stories

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

I ducked my head and beelined out of the bar and hid like Rose hiding from Cal on the decks of the Carpathia. A sense of relief hit me as soon as I snuck into the back dining room where I was serving my last few remaining tables. I wondered who he was; he seemed familiar. I spied on him from around the corner and saw that Rebecca Scott, an old fremeny from my lacrosse days, had already set the strange man in her sights. Rebecca had always wanted whatever I had, whether it be men or clothes. She was one of those girls who maintained a large circle of guy friends, who she was lowkey trying to hook up with, while stating that girls were too much drama and that’s why she always hung out with guy

The book was about humans and the mermaid, a fictional book and hence, this might be the reason why Rebecca knew of her. She must to be that famous for her to publish all the series in a year, I love seeing ladies achieve their dreams really. It always makes me happy. I lost count of the time, totally engrossed in reading until I heard the key jingling and the door was opened. Another maid entered, with a tray and a water jug in her left hand.

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.

she smirked and I shake my head, smiling. "Not funny" She laughed again. "It is. Like it or not. You were worried about a gay guy hitting on me." "You're the only girl I know that can turn a gay man straight, Rebecca," I say to her and her pupils dilate as she leans into me. "Reid has been my friend for years. What'll change now?" "Whatever" I give up on the topic. "My boss...on the other hand is a goof" Becca grinned with mischief. Her boss?

Rebecca The rest of the afternoon was filled with client calls and coaching some of the new staff on various complex accounting principles. By the end of the day Rebecca was beat and could think of nothing better than a hot bath. She stood, turning and walking to the file cabinet at the back of her office where the roses sat. She leaned over and breathed in deeply, the sweet smell filling up her senses and reminding her of beauty and innocence. “They’re beautiful.” She turned and smiled at Jason. “Yes they are. I thought they might be from you.”

She asked again, and she grabbed the book from my hand before I could quickly take a snippet of any line. “Umm,” I racked my head. “Something about a Medulloblastoma.” Rebecca looked genuinely confused and I smirked, thinking I had her. But instead, she nodded once and scanned through the page I had supposedly been reading. “Nothing about a Medulla oblongata whatever in here.” “So?” I asked in confusion, dragging my book from her. “So it means that you're not really reading what's in the book and that your mind is elsewhere.” Rebecca revealed and she was spot on. But she didn't need to know that so I feigned confusion.

The same shadow I saw when Rosie and Jemima were fighting appeared making me loose guard in the process. I know what I saw was real. Does this means Rosie and Rebecca use magic to fight? The strength they both have isn't natural, they both have demon blood in them! Rebecca was surprised when she saw my expression. I glared hard at her. She didn't expect me to see the shadow. I guess the shadow was meant to be seen by them alone. I smirked in a way to show her that I wasn't scared of her no matter what. I pushed her away from me and got up with a flit. I attacked not caring whether she was prepared or not. What she and her master Rosie are doing is wrong. This is breaking the rule.

Finally, he lost his cool and blasted on her. "GOD ROSALINE!! YOUR SO-CALLED BEST FRIEND WAS NO SAINT TOO!! WHAT DO YOU THINK? ON ONE HAND SHE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU AND ON THE OTHER HAND SHE WAS HELL ON BEND TO CAPTURE XAVIER? CAN'T YOU FUCKING DECODE HER TRICKS? It was all because Rebecca was on a FUCKING MISSION!! Her whole mission was Xavier Knight since the very beginning and YOU were her biggest hurdle. That's why she tried to set you up with her friend Michael but Xavier always foiled her plans. Rebecca and all your friends were trying to separate you because they wanted to capture Xavier. They weren't worried about you nor they even cared about you."

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.