Rebecca The Book Novels & Stories

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.

Taking a deep breath, she continued with, “I told you not to order mixed drinks. Beer! Just drink beer from the bottle and watch them remove the cap before you ingest it. Then, never ever set it down. You hold it close to your chest with your thumb over the opening.” Feeling a little more at ease with this explanation, Eliza wiped the moistness from her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I had to return home naked and dirty in front of my parents this morning,” she groaned. Reba gave a slight chuckle, “I’ll bet Viviane loved that. It’ll keep her going for days.”

I needed to nab her, hook, line, and sinker if I was going to get anything valuable from her. She gave me a long look, and I swear I could see the fire dancing in her almost obsidian eyes, “Oh, Adrian. It takes much more than a dark cloud hovering overhead to scare me. I didn’t get where I am today by being afraid of men in powerful positions,” she leaned forward and crossed her arms to make the valley of exposed skin beneath her breasts more pronounced. I had agreed to meet her in her apartment to make sure she was more forthcoming during our meeting. Rebecca had one of the most luxurious apartments in D.C. Ornate furniture filled the room, and the walls were adorned with expensive painting

REBECCA'S POV Kendric Reyes was weird, but this... this was utter madness. Who the hell gifts a woman against her will? Every day I just keep seeing new sides to this coin and surprisingly, they are annoyingly interesting. But I, Rebecca Belmont, knew better than to trust anything that felt this intriguing. Intriguing meant dangerous." My face tightened as I tugged against the bracelet for the hundredth time, but yet there was nothing. Not even a single sign that it was going to come out.

Atarah got home into the large estate of her father's home, she went straight to her room and rested on the bed with a sigh. She fingered her golden necklace which ended with a small silver pearl suspended in between her cleavage, it was an odd feeling but, anytime that pearl touched her chest. Her body tingles for a moment, it was something that she had grown used too. She stood up with a jerk and walked over to the mirror, she was going to be nineteen soon and she unquestionably wanted to explore the human world.

Rebecca was seated beside Nona at the bar, and something seemed amiss. Just as I was about to move forward, Rebecca abruptly leaped off the stool, her tiny body trembling violently, and her tear-stained face red and swollen. She spun around, attempting to flee from the kitchen, only to collide with my chest and rebound backward. Her steps faltered, causing her to stumble, and I instinctively reached out to catch her. Gasping for air, she heaved in my arms, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tremors ran through Rebecca's body as she lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. I noticed her surprise, a hitch in her breath, and then she became completely still, seemingly holding her breath.

The machine beeped letting Reese know that he only had ninety seconds until it shut down. There was more giggling and loud whispers that he could not make out. Dean had told him that age gap was the latest trend on BookTok. He wasn’t exactly sure what age gap was, or even BookTok, but he had a pretty good idea, and thought the whole thing just sucked. He was fifty-two being hit on by college coeds. Beep. Beep. The slow current stopped and Reese reached out for the bar along the front. With his hand firmly in place, he placed his feet under him and pulled off his goggles. Sure enough, four college age girls sat by his towel.

And afterward, there had been Rebecca, orphaned and lost, standing in the doorway of the Rong family home with a single suitcase. Vivian's mother had cried. Had held the girl's hands and promised to take care of her. And she had. So had Vivian. God help her, so had she. She had been seventeen and foolish and full of the kind of open-hearted affection that hadn't yet learned to protect itself. She had welcomed Rebecca like a sister. Shared everything her friends, her wardrobe, her connections, her world. And eventually with breathtaking patience Rebecca had used every single one of them as a stepping stone.

I muttered and Leonidas didn’t waste a moment, he lifted me off the ground and carried me away. I saw Caleb as Leonidas carried me away and I buried my face into his neck. I snuggled as I held him close. And when he set me down on the bed in the privacy of our room, I heaved loudly. “What happened?” “She…” I paused and sniffled. “She’s a witch” There was no surprise in Leonidas eyes. “She’s admitted to it. She…” “Take it easy Rebeccah. Breathe” he ordered softly. But how could I? My thoughts were all over the place.

Others fidgeted, glancing up at their elders for reassurance. But in all, they would be marked tonight. Tonight, their paths would be chosen. Rebecca, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the gathering, just beyond the main circle of firelight. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself, even though the night was not cold. Her body may have healed enough to move freely, but her instincts remained restless as she felt her skin prickling with unease she couldn’t explain or push away. Something feels wrong and she can't rule that fact out. This made her scanned the crowd slowly but there were too many smiles, too much noise and too much distraction.