Novel & Cerita Rebekah Originals

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

My feet nearly stop moving and several rows ahead sits a group of people I know, people I never expected to see again. Aaron. Alice. My father. My stepmother. The world around me vanishes and the music becomes distant, my focus narrows completely. Aaron looks exactly the same, the same face and same eyes, man I once believed I would spend my life with and who betrayed me, who chose someone else beside him sits Alice. Beautiful and perfect and utterly rotten. The memory slams into me without warning, her hands pushing against me and the cliff edge disappearing beneath my feet, the sick satisfaction in her eyes.

But before they could even brush the hem of my dress, the entire lighting system snapped off. Amidst the engulfing darkness, the colossal ten-meter LED screen behind the stage flared to life, casting a harsh, blinding glare across the entire banquet hall. The first image to appear was a crystal-clear copy of the marriage certificate—still legally valid—between Dominic Hayes and myself. Whispers and murmurs instantly erupted like a disturbed hornet's nest beneath the stage. Suspicious, contemptuous glances swarmed toward Sera Vance. She staggered, clutching the railing tightly, her eyes bulging at the screen.

he growled. I scoffed in his face, “You mean the same Rebekka you rejected? The one that tried to kill herself for a scumbag like you… that Rebekka?” Stephan’s resolve seemed to break for a split when he heard that but he regained his composure and his anger far too quickly. “Listen to me–” “No, you listen to me, Rebekka is with a real man now, okay?” I scoffed, “So you,” I stuck out a finger and poked his chest, “Can run back to daddy now!”

Rebekah feared that Hera would insert ideas into Rica’s head and turn her into a rebellious girl instead. Hera recalled the day when she overheard Leonard and Rebekah discussing the children’s extra-curricular programs. Rebekah mentioned that Leon and Rica needed it to be as brilliant as Hera, like how Leonard wanted them to be. But to do that, he had to enroll them into these programs, which meant they needed to cut back on other costs.

he continued to softly explain his honest thoughts. “I feel so alone. I felt the same way when I lost my parents,” Rebekah turned her back to Ashdod. “I am an orphan. I was taken in by grandpa Eli and grandma Vivien, I felt I belonged to a family again. I was happy, I even forgot I was originally an orphan before that. But when they left for good, the same feeling of loss and abandonment was relived in my heart. I feel so lost.” “If only you would let me, I want to be your family from now on,” Ashdod declared as he walked closer to stand behind Rebekah, still, with an arms-length distance between them.

She swung her in her arms gently and looked at her mother. "What's her name?" Violet asked her. "Her name is Catherine." Rebecca replied. Violet hummed and glanced at the little girl. "What are you doing here? Did you leave Strathpeffer?" "No. I mean, yes. I live with my husband." Rebecca said. "Husband? You're married?" Violet said in disbelief. Rebecca nodded and smiled faintly. "Becky, I'm so happy for you." Violet said gladly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you to someone." Rebecca said, turning to her side,

—the possibility that he might be fighting the same fire made her bold. Rebekah chose her outfit carefully. Nothing obvious; she wasn’t stupid. She pulled on a soft, oversized T-shirt that slipped off one shoulder, the thin fabric clinging just enough to hint at the lack of a bra underneath. Pair it with the same sleep shorts from last night, riding low on her hips. Bare feet, tousled hair left loose and messy. Innocent enough for “just woke up,” but every movement would tease. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway.

Rebekah look away with a sigh escaping her lips, she walked towards the bed and lay on it. "Girl you can't blame me you know, with the numerous dates I'm made go to, I got tired at some point." "So you're just sending your friend into the lion's den unprotected," I mumbled, rolling my eye. Rebekah abruptly sat up as if remembering something. "I don't know if this helps but he's a Ceo and his father is a high school friend of my dad's, oh what was his name again, Ummm I think it's Alexander Morgan."