Rebecca Sullivan Novels & Stories

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

Grandma replied and directed the rest of her words to Joshua, "Joe, shut your pie hole and go get me some fresh herbs from the garden. "I am called Rebecca, but everyone here calls me grandma, because of that silly grandson of mine. I am a herbalist. We found you on our way back home after visiting my son inside the city. You were in very bad shape. We couldn't leave you out there so my son helped me carry you into the car and brought you to my home to treat you," Grandma explained staring at Lily. Lily after hearing the old lady felt very grateful. She remembered the loud exploding sound and Brenda calling her before everything went black.

Annabella said and everyone gasped "Still confused?? Then watch this" She turned to the Projector and a video came on...showing Stella's face and then Annabella Madison's eyes widened as the video started "You sent for me,why?" Annabella asked Stella "Yes,that's because I heard about what happened to boss's child" Stella said "You have any idea about this?" Annabella asked "Yes,I know who poisoned her" Stella said and Annabella moved closer "Who??" She asked "Madison....her homeroom teacher" Stella said

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

“I own an interior design company, and we regularly source art for upscale complexes. Having Madison as a gallery lead would make supply seamless.” Eleanor slammed her fork down, finally breaking her silence. “Don’t flatter yourself just because you know how to smear paint on a canvas,” she spat. I turned to her calmly and took out my phone. “Actually, I’m not just a painter.” I handed the phone across the table. Confused, Eleanor took it. Her expression slowly shifted from scorn to disbelief. On the screen was an international article titled: “The Mystery Muse Behind the Viral Art Craze: Anonymous Female Artist Shakes Up the Scene.”

"Ten minutes. If you are not out by then I am coming in." I walked into the room. It smelled like flowers. That smell reminded me of my funeral. My heart skipped a beat. I kept walking. Ten women were sitting around a table. At the head sat Lis Brad. She looked very rich in a suit. Stacy was there too. She was sitting at the end and looked nervous. "Vivian you actually came " Lis Brad said. The other women went silent. They were watching me like hawks. "We were just talking about the archives. It must be so quiet and lonely there she said."

by some enemies, though no evidence supports the claim. Personality Notes: Intelligent and determined. Fiercely loyal. Loves coffee, dogs, and winning arguments. Claims Coco is "just a dog," but celebrates the dog's birthday every year. Overall Assessment: Rebecca Collins Hart maintains a clean legal record, a strong financial profile, and an excellent public standing despite occasional rumors spread by her rivals. No red flags requiring further investigation were identified. Status: Background Check Complete. ******* I was about to put my phone down when I received another text message.

Sarah interrupted, walking into the office. I turned around, “Just some irrelevant people.” I answered. A pause, but I continued. “Sarah, I'll be handing over my research work to Stephanie, the Beta’s daughter.” “What? What do you mean?! You've been working on this for a long time. You can't just…!”

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and