Novel & Cerita Rebecca Yarros Book 3

Serenya moved among them, offering corrections, encouragement, and the occasional sarcastic quip. As the sun dipped lower, streaking the forest with amber and gold, Solana stirred within Serenya, pride radiating softly. They are ready. You are ready. One day soon, all of this will be more than practice. It will be survival. And in that quiet, golden moment, the three of them—Serenya, Cheyenne, and Tora—stood in the forest, bonded by skill, laughter, and the gentle pulse of readiness for what was to come.

"You need to leave. Now." But Rebecca didn't stop. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made me want to disappear. "Let me tell you something, little stray," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I've been with these men for three years. I've shared their bed, their secrets, their lives. And you think you can replace me in three days?" She laughed, cold and cruel. "You're nothing. You'll always be nothing. And when they tire of you—and they will—I'll be here, waiting. Just like I always am."

“Yes, he is assigned to watch you guys.” “It's still a theory,” Wilkes said. “We aren't sure yet.” “No,” Trisha said. “That's the truth.” “How're you so certain?” “My roommate is also… odd. I mean odd as in as odd as Wade is and on my way here, she stalked me. I thought it was nothing at all but hearing you both say the same thing means they were put to watch us.” They all remained silent. Their hearts were beating fast. “See,” Harold said softly and the both of them looked at where Harold wanted them to which happened to be outside the glass door.

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

Rebecca replied her sharply, confident about her decision. Tracey scowled at her. Rebecca looked at her plainly, unthreatened by the scowl. She carried her daughter in her arms and left the room with her. She climbed down the stairs. They were halfway down when Rebecca saw Williams. He was climbing up the stairs. His eyes met hers. He looked away and cut them dead. He climbed the remaining stairs and went straight to the room. Rebecca watched him until he had left completely. She heaved sadly and climbed down. She walked to the front door and pulled it open. The horseman held the carriage door open when he saw her. She got in and the door was closed.

But until then I have revenge cooking up in my head. “Jayson Woods and Miss. Water doesn't know what you release!” Enjoy hurting me and making me feel this way broken. So, enjoy it! This is the last time I will ever let anyone hurt me! That's a promise! To Be Continued. The story about Ashely Williams and Jayson Woods. Coming July 2022 The Badass and the Beta Revenge Part Two Book Two.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can