Rebekah Originals Novels & Stories

I had so much works to do, so I needed that cup to make me bright awake. “I also cross-checked the designs for this season. It was splendid and amazing. When would you sign the deal, Miss?” she asked. Rebekah was a geek. She always wore this thick-rimmed glasses which were a little too big for her face. She had schooled at England and had this British accent that could not be mistaken, even from a mile away. Her clothes were mostly sweaters and denim jeans. Hair, a short curly bub with baby fringe at the front. Let’s just say she wasn’t that runway model even though she was good at making superb fashion supplies.

"We better go back to the house. It is getting dark now." Rebecca nodded as they stood up. Sheira held her hand as they went back to her car. She looked at Becca again as she focused her gaze on the road while driving. She couldn't imagine losing Becca in case. She thinks that Becca is the only girl who lives in her own house most of the time. She's worried most of the time, possible things she may do. She couldn't help but to feel concerned for her friend because she's not one hundred percent by her side. She might do something for herself that would end her life, God forbid.

*****TRIGGER WARNING***** VAELORA'S hands found Rebekah’s, squeezing gently. “Oh, Rebekah.” “I didn’t know where to go...” Rebekah continued, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “I had nowhere, and no one. Then, I remembered my mother. She had left Nightfang years before, and gotten remarried in the Blood Crescent province. So I set out to look for her, uncertain she was going to be pleased to see me when I eventually found her. Moreover, she had left my father when I was only three, and didn't bother to take me with her. She probably never wanted me as a baggage in her life."

Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted bitch, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge.

I hadn’t moved much since Marcello left, other than to flinch at every unfamiliar sound outside Rebekah’s room. Safe. Right. Rebekah said I was safe. But my mind wouldn’t stop whispering: You’re not meant to be safe. You’re not meant to leave. You’re meant to serve. To breed. To stay. The old fear returned like a ghost, curling cold fingers around my ribs. Then the door swung open. Rebekah stepped in like a damn force of nature—wind in her hair, confidence in her bones, and a dress slung over her shoulder like she’d just conquered a boutique instead of a battlefield.

"I hope you‌ have a dress,⁠ Vivian‍. W⁠e have a⁠ lot of people t‍‍o disappoi​nt ton‍i‍ght." ​⁠"I have the perfect​ dress," I s‍⁠aid, t​h‌in​k​in​g of the da⁠rk red sil‍k I had s​‌een in a w⁠​indow​ on‌ my w‌‍ay he‌re. "⁠A‌nd I'm r‍eady to‍ pl​a​y the gam‌e.⁠" T​he re‍​birth h​‌ad b⁠e⁠gun‍. And this‌ time, I‍​ wasn't going to be the o‍n​e d⁠y‌​in​g​ in the rain.

She snapped her fingers, and her bodyguards dragged me away, locking me in my room. This wasn’t new. Even as a child, the smallest mistake meant being locked in this room—smaller, colder, and emptier than Sophia’s. Sitting on my bed, I pulled out my phone and typed: “Richard Benjamin.” I’d heard of him...everyone had—but I wanted more. I needed to know who he really was. Turns out, he’s thirty. CEO of R&B Publishing, William’s boss. Youngest son of the powerful Benjamin family—the same family that owns the country’s largest pharmaceutical empire.

"She looks like a stray. Did you pick her up from the gutter to entertain the council?" “How dare you?!” Asher stopped, his aura flaring with a sudden, suffocating pressure that made the air vibrate. "This is Nilah," he said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. "The eldest daughter of the Alpha. The true heir of the Serene Moon."

I wondered why she was like that “It's good to keep the wild ones in bondage,” Brandon said as though reading my mind, then slowly, the shackled and ragged lady lifted her head, revealing her face, the first thing I noticed was her bleeding mouth, and the next thing I noticed was that beneath all of those bruised face laid the face that belonged to my original mate, Kylie, only that I knew, this was Fianna, her twin sister “So you wanna get straight to business or you want to have dinner with the family?” Brandon asked.