Rebecca The Book Novels & Stories

Ava said as I nodded. "I just need to charm this woman and act smitten by her and in no time she'll fall for me. Then I can propose. Order me a ring, your choice one she wouldn't be able to say no to." I said as Ava picked up her tablet by her side and starts shopping online. "Tell me about this woman?" The little I know about her would work in my favour. “Rebecca Marlowe. Daughter of Elijah and Annabelle Marlowe. She’s a practicing lawyer working at her father’s firm. Twenty-seven. Never been in a relationship. Extremely shy, doesn’t drink, and conservative in her ways.” Ava rattled off.

Rebecca placed her phone beside her and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind still lingered on everything they had discussed. Her aunt. Seraphina. And the feeling she could not shake. Slowly, sleep claimed her. —------ At first, her sleep was going peacefully, then the dream began. Rebecca stood in a place she did not recognize. Or perhaps maybe she did. It felt like the estate. But not quite. The shadows were longer, the air colder and the silence heavier. She moved slowly, her steps echoing in a way that felt unnatural.

The curtains had been washed and fixed, drawn back and the rays of the setting sun now softened the deep blue of the velvet chair beneath the reading lamp. She stepped inside slowly, not sure what she was even looking for. Everything had been so carefully preserved, and yet it all felt different. Rebecca moved around the desk and pulled open the side drawer she hadn’t touched in years. Her fingers paused on a slim, spiral-bound notebook with childish stickers peeling along the front. Alecia’s handwriting was unmistakable, etched across the top in ink and glitter pen was; This book is private!! If you’re not me, CLOSE IT!

Tomorrow, he would find out he had thrown away a diamond, and I was coming to crush him. My phone rang again. It was a restricted number. I answered. "Rebecca," a deep, dangerous voice said. It wasn't Silas. It was his biggest rival. "I heard you’re finally single. Ready to make him regret every breath he takes?"

Her knees were bent with her feet in the air as she kicked them back and forth. "She is an interesting choice. You know what they say though, never trust a redhead. She is wearing oversized clothing to make herself look small and innocent. The book she is reading though is on Chemical Warfare. She is actually following in her parents' footsteps and will be joining the CIA as a Black Op's Agent. What about the guy over there by the bike rack?" I turned to him with a challenging stare. The guy was a blank slate. There was nothing about him that stuck out. He wore a pair of jeans with a black hoodie. He had headphones in and nodded his head subtly to the beat.

If only there’s a way I could initiate her into the fictional world of romance, but I doubt she’d ever find them as satisfying as I do. “Mitchell, please get this slot out of my room before I do something I’m going to regret, like locking her up in the royal library.” Immediately, Evelyn got up and scurried away. “Are books really that terrifying for her?” Mitchell laughed as she watched Evelyn run for her life. “She’d rather fight a bear fifty times her size, than pick up a sweet wholesome romance book.” I answered, getting ready to chase Mitchell out of my room as well so that I can have some peace and quiet.

The darkening night did not make Rebecca close her eyes quickly, she was waiting for news from her subordinates. The middle-aged woman stood at the lip of the window with her gaze far ahead at the darkness of the pine forest. "Where are you, my daughter, even your scent is beyond my reach," Rebecca murmured. Rebecca continued to widen her vision and sense of smell. Feeling less free, she quickly jumped onto the roof tiles. Her head moved to the right and left with her nose flaring to breathe in the blowing air.

"No Antonov! I can never let my baby go, and I don't think she can too seeing she came back to me" "That girl in there is not Scarlet" "It's her. You didn't see her eyes or the way her finger clutched onto my dress even when she was barely alive. She recognized me, Antonov. The sea took her from me, and it's brought her back to me. She has to live this time. I will not allow her to die". "That is not Scarlet, Elde. You need to come to your senses. I took care of Scarlet all my life... "

Ember's POV Rebecca did not stay in the quiet for long. I had known she would not. Rebecca processed things fast and once something was processed she moved to the next question, and the next question was already visible in her face before she had finished absorbing the one before it. "Tell me more," she said. "I cannot." "Just the outline—"

It was warm and bright, and everything had awakened. Buds even bloom on the trees. Spring was here. Rebecca came to the tree early today. She wore my favorite white dress and brought a cake to sit with me on the grass. I leaned gently against her with my eyes closed, quietly feeling her presence. Rebecca always smelled clean and pure, faintly of laundry detergent. She seemed to sense me and began talking to herself. She told me about the little frustrations of life, the amusing things that have happened, and updates from my family.