Rebecca Schaeffer Book Novels & Stories

"And now, for the moment you have all been waiting for. Please welcome the genius behind the Frost Empire, the Shadow Architect herself, Rebecca Frost!" The lights dimmed. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. The spotlight was blinding, but I kept my eyes on one person in the front row. Silas’s face went pale. His jaw dropped so low it looked like it might hit the floor. He dropped his champagne glass, and it shattered loudly against the marble. "Rebecca?" he gasped, his voice shaking. I walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at him. I didn't look at Seraphina, who was turning a bright shade of red. I only looked at the man who had told me I came from nothing.

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

After that incident, Rebecca turned to books. She hadn't planned far ahead; she simply wanted to infuse her empty life with quiet pursuits. Keeping busy might dull the sting of those words. She never expected these small, personal distractions would, in the end, become her lifeline. She needed to ace tomorrow's exam. She had to leave this place, as far away as possible. The thought still brought intense pain to her heart. She couldn't distinguish if the ache stemmed from Vance or from her five wasted years. But it no longer mattered.

“We can arrange a security detail through Daniel Reeves. Discrete, not visible, but present.” “She will resist it,” Rebecca says. “I know,” I say. “I’ll talk to her.” Rebecca looks at me with the particular expression of someone revising an assessment they have been holding for some time. “She said you were different from what she expected,” Rebecca says. “When she came back from the coffee shop.” “What did she expect,” I say. “Someone threatened,” Rebecca says. “Someone who needed her to be the villain to make the story easier.” I hold her gaze.

Content Warning: This story contains explicit scenes involving incést and BD'SM. If these themes may be distressing or triggering for you, please skip this chapter or proceed with caution. --- Rebecca's POV I wasn’t supposed to be back here this long. Originally, it was just for the summer—help out around the house, save money before getting a place of my own. But weeks turned into months, and suddenly I was unpacking boxes like this was permanent.

I hung it up in a safe place to make sure you wouldn't do that. - Do you think I'm unbalanced? - I looked into my mother's eyes and she looked back at me, sipping her cup of black coffee. That's it, I need to call somewhere with an appointment to do my hair, what do you intend to do with yours? - I'm going to Rose's salon, her maid of honor will take care of you! And she has nothing to do with what happened, Rebecca, it's time to talk to people again. As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through.