Rebecca Yarros Booktok Novels & Stories

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.

Tristan Harlow: Shaking my blood from my hand, I look at Rebecca. "Deals like the one I've just offered you are about as rare as an apple these days," Rebecca says, letting down her fist. "Come on, drifter. You're planning to get out of here soon, right? Well, can't you use one last payday before you go? One massive payday? With all the ration cards you got coming, you can buy whatever the hell you'll need and want; foods, water, gas filters, bullets, new guns. The list goes on and on."

REBECCA'S POV I JUST GOT HOME FROM Casa Blanca Bar alone since Mirajane decided to go with Judiel. We all decided to go home when we started to blabber about the past, resulting to loud laughter and unlimited teasing. Numerous customers already reported us so we chose to call it a night. I just had my bag placed in my room when my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from my editor – sharing the good news that the interview I had with IBS-CON network ranked number one in talk shows and that my book was once again sold out in a well-known bookstore.

I grab my phone, my hand hovering on the screen. Maybe it's time I read it. I scroll down through tons of work emails, scrambling to find his. Then I see it. Exhaling, I click on it, my eyes scanning through it. I pause, reading through a particular sentence. ‘Someone came to me, she wanted you save and protected.’ The next me makes my stomach churn. ‘Rebecca almost found out. I didn't know she was trailing me, just to get to you. The only way to keep her eyes off me was to turn against you’

She quickened her pace. Inside, Jessica was still sprawled on her bed, earbuds in. Faith was asleep, curled up like a comma. No one else was packing. Then Rebecca emerged from the bathroom, face fully beat, hair laid, perfume trailing behind her. She strolled to Jessica’s bed and smirked. “Finally. I’m leaving this dirty doom.” Her voice dripped with satisfaction. “God, I can’t be any happier. Imagine sharing a room with your enemy.” She flipped her hair. “I can’t believe I survived this scholarship dorm.”

Raven POV “Everything you want is right at your fingertips; all you have to do is grab it with both hands.” I can still hear her voice. I can still remember her words. Even when I woke up, I could still see the image of the moon goddess in all her glory inside my mind. I hadn’t forgotten. I feel as though everything has become more focussed, clearer. She’d been right. I didn’t have to play the victim anymore. I didn’t have to go with everybody else’s narrative. I could forge my own path, find my own way. I could take away everything that Marissa had ever wanted and make her feel the same pain and suffering I had felt. I could take revenge without feeling guilty about it. I could free myself.

Her genuine concern for her employer was heartwarming. “There you are!” Rebecca called out when she spotted us. She ran up to us and held me in a tight hug. “Thank you. If you didn’t put in good word for me to your editor, I’ll never have published my book. And thank you for letting me pry into your life a little bit,” she said. “A little bit, huh?” I teased playfully. The guests for the book launch began arriving and the event kicked off. Rebecca read her favorite chapter from the book and a special foreword I’d written on her request. Omce she was done speaking, the guests erupted in a round of applause.

THEODORE'S POV “I think you gotta pull up your socks and level up your game if you wanna win.” I looked up from my laptop screen as Rebecca barged into my office like it was her own. Fronwing, I didn't understand what she was talking about. She placed a takeout bag on my desk before taking her seat across from me. “Your ex-wife seems to be enjoying the company of others. What I'm seeing is that it will only take a few days before someone else flies away with her. And you'll be left gawking.”

Sleeping on the couch wasn't much better, but as I was having trouble sleeping, I'd stay up as late as I could watching Netflix and drinking beer until I passed out. The house looked a complete state, I couldn't pull myself together to even take care of myself, my whole world had collapsed the day Freya left. My family tried to support me, but like the light trapped behind the closed drapes in my house, I'd shut them all out and surrounded myself in darkness and depression. Today I awoke to the familiar and beautiful scent of Roses and Jasmin filling up the air. I took in a deep sniff to make sure it was real and not just my mind playing tricks on me again. As soon as the scent hit the back

Rebecca sneered, her eyes were cold and lifeless at the mention of the Goddess. Amber narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "Don't challenge me, Rebecca." Amber warned. Rebecca has opened the chapter of their lives that Amber had burned a long time ago. Besides the memory of her mother abandoning her in the face of death, this was the second thing that Amber wished she could forget. "Woh ladies! Just cool down a bit. Can someone please tell me what's going on? I just lost the track of our conversation." Rome asked, struggling to keep up with them.