Rebecca Schaeffer Book Novels & Stories

she said. "I know what she just did," I said. "Ember—" "I am not going to fight her," I said. "That is what she wants. A fight, footage of a fight, a story about two stepsisters fighting in the cafeteria that travels further than anything she has already done." I held Rebecca's gaze. "I am not going to give her that." Rebecca looked at Charlotte. Then at me. "You are the better person in this situation," Rebecca said. "I am the smarter person in this situation," I said. "Those are different things."

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.

But the part of me that had been unraveling since Austin entered my life knew that it wasn’t that simple. I stared at the file in my lap, pretending to focus, while my thoughts spun. Wolves. Rogues. Blood. My knee healing overnight. Austin’s certainty that I wasn’t entirely human. Rebecca’s pen clicked, pulling me back. “Anyway,” she said lightly, “we’ll keep monitoring. Could just be bad luck, a rough season.” I hummed in agreement, but curiosity got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair, looking at Rebecca. “You mentioned school earlier… what was it like for you back then?”

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

The words had spilled out of my mouth before I could gather my thoughts. I heard Rebecca shifting, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her rise from her seat. "Can I make use of these books?" As I nodded, she swiftly made her way to the shelves. Rebecca took her time selecting a book and, finally, turned back to face me. "Can I borrow this one?" "You can read whatever you want, Rebecca." "Thank you," she said. Rebecca settled down on the couch beside me, tucking her legs underneath her. Resting her head on the arm of the couch, she opened the book.

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.

Tyler asked curiously and Rebecca swallowed hard. She only wanted to ask him for his blood and see if it'll bring her memories back faster but it seems she had ended up exposing herself. She couldn't let him know her real identity and she couldn't possibly say she had been to to human world, he wouldn't believe her at all since she's been with him all these while and even before she got to know him, she's been with Carol. “Rebecca, why aren't you saying anything?” He asked again. “I..it doesn't matter where I got the book from. I just wanted to confirm if it's true.” She said and Tyler stared at her for a few seconds before nodding.

"He cannot leave this world if he knows you are in it. The bond will not allow him to step into the dark without you, but his mind is stubborn, and his grief is a fortress. You have to help him remember, Rebecca. Through these journals, through your sketches, through whatever it takes... you have to convince the Master that there is a future worth living for." Rebecca sat in the dim, candlelit silence of the grand library, the weight of a forgotten lifetime settling squarely onto her shoulders. She looked at the charcoal pencil in her hand, then toward the heavy doors. She had come to the old country to be a simple scribe, but she was realizing with a terrifying certainty that she was the au

Without waiting for Heather to respond, Rebecca continued, "Right now, I have nothing. Do you understand?!" Indeed! Rebecca had nothing left. Her son was missing, and Christina was still in prison. No matter what methods Rebecca used, she couldn't get her out. Heather responded without hesitation, "Your loss has nothing to do with me. There's no reason for me to sympathize with you, right?" "Why can't you put yourself in my shoes and imagine if you had nothing?" "I'm not like you! I don't need to put myself in your shoes!" Who did Rebecca think she was?

“Nevermind, then. Let’s keep looking for whatever it is you’re looking for.” I watch her walk back to the bookshelf and slide the black-bound book back in, then she continues to pull out more books and skim through them. Shit, should I have trusted her? I don’t really know her that well, but would she have tried to fool me? Gods, sometimes I wish I were fucking normal instead of this fucked up mess of a man. We spend the rest of the afternoon in stony silence, with Rebecca avoiding my eye and me ignoring her altogether.