Novel & Cerita Rebekah Originals

Rebekah moved her body in rhythm, humming a song with nothing but a towel over her body. She held the two dresses, one in each hand and posed before the mirror. The red gown in her left hand had been a Christmas gift she had gotten for herself two years ago, and it still fit. It was a red turtle necked gown with tiny pearls all around the neck that barely reached her knees. It was a simple gown. No, not simple, classy. Or hot? Yes, hot, that’s the word.

Rebekah drove through the compound, halting her car. Her thoughts haywire into the void. She stared at nothing in particular but soon regained consciousness when a knock pounded softly on her window. She looked out, it was Jennifer, her girlfriend. " Miss me much?" Jennifer grinned, crossing her arms as she watched Rebekah come out of the car. They embrace, Jennifer placing a soft kiss on her cheek. " I can't deny it though." Jennifer's Australian accent was thick as she spoke. Rebekah had always teased her— telling her girlfriend that her Australian accent was one thing she really adored so whenever Jennifer spoke, it made Rebekah giggled.

“I’m Travis. That’s Jake. Marcus should be here soon.” Rebekah scanned the piles of debris until she saw the movement of a blond mohawk near what appeared to be a dining table under a mountain of laundry and beer cans. Jake stood, wiped his hand on his black T-shirt, and then extended it in her direction. “Dave’s sister, right?” “Um, yeah.” She took his hand and shook it. “I’m Rebekah, but most people call me Reb.” “Are you sure that’s not short for rebel?” Jake asked as he took in her funky clothes and blue hair.

Rebekah The ride home was long and quiet. Rebekah silenced the conversation for the time being. With all the new information, she needed time to think. Not only that, she needed her husband to focus on driving. The more turns he took the more her fears were confirmed. They were being followed. Thirty minutes later they were going down the winding dirt road to the abandoned church they were squatting in. This was the longest they stayed at any one location but Rebekah knew they couldn’t leave. Not with the girl’s birthday being so close. They pulled up and the girl was the first out of the car. She raced straight into the church and slammed the door.

"It's a stupid dance or party... for someone who isn't here." "And that's how everyone else sees it," Rebekah chimed in, arriving with Fox. Rebekah wore a long blue dress with subtle flashes on the sides, her loose brown hair flowing elegantly, making her look beautiful. Fox, dressed like the others in a seemingly tailor-made black tuxedo that fit him excellently, joined in. "For everyone else, it's a historical character they decided to honor for a day without really knowing."

But the girl named Rebekah had another story to tell. "It's Rebekah, my name is Rebekah" Rebekah told her. " Why would I care about your name?" Snapped Annabel at the girl in front of her. " It's because we need each other..." Rebekah explained herself, still not gaining any sort of interest. Annabel rolled her eyes while pushing through the girl that was cutting her way. " Indeed, I need you to f**k off!" Rebekah did not give up on Annabel - indeed, she was sort of expecting such treatment due to what she heard about the female alpha's attitude.

and that broke my heart too, No Vanilla? "Oh, it's the girl from your workplace" the girl, or should I say, Rebekah said "Rebekah" I said firmly She visibly flinch "It's Becs, Faye" She smirked licking her lips "What are you doing here, Fiona?" Caden asked slowly

All my life under the care of Elisabeta Trenton has been spent with just Rebekah and Stefan. "Hmmphhh!!" Rebekah poked me from behind. "I didn't see your new hottie stop by yesterday. Hope you both are good??" She whimpered. "Don't be ridiculous!!" I mumbled as I raised up my head to catch a quick glance of Rebekah who was still naked. I loved how beautiful her titties were and if I was into girls, I would never miss to play with her succulent boobs and big tits. "I know you like him." She scowled. "You know I thought he was just a normal guy but when I saw how you both were flirting at the bar the other day, I knew it was more than friend things." She muttered as she wore her panties and br

Kept my face flat. The woman before me was wearing a long flowing red dress. Had glowing dark brown skin. Hair pulled back into rows of braids, each tipped with a golden dagger at the end. Her ebony eyes seemed to swallow me whole. Still, I remained impassive. "Sekhmet, you must be the newest addition to Marzanna's temple," She said and extended her hand for me to shake. A foreign choice of greeting from a goddess. Although, she struck me as an oddity all around.

A habit that would have gotten me fired if Marcus saw it, but Marcus was in the control room, and I was fast. T*****r was chaos. My feed was exploding, not with retweets or comments about my show, but with a video. A viral video. The kind that takes over everything in minutes. I clicked. A dark video. Grainy. Shot on someone's phone, clearly. The audio was muffled, but the action was clear. Two bodies slamming against a wall. Fists connecting with skin. A moment of pure, brutal violence caught on camera. And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder.