The Book Rebecca Novels & Stories

The machine beeped letting Reese know that he only had ninety seconds until it shut down. There was more giggling and loud whispers that he could not make out. Dean had told him that age gap was the latest trend on BookTok. He wasn’t exactly sure what age gap was, or even BookTok, but he had a pretty good idea, and thought the whole thing just sucked. He was fifty-two being hit on by college coeds. Beep. Beep. The slow current stopped and Reese reached out for the bar along the front. With his hand firmly in place, he placed his feet under him and pulled off his goggles. Sure enough, four college age girls sat by his towel.

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.

, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I had no idea how to react. How come she knew about it? Who was she? Did I get the internship offer because of her? Fuck there were so many questions running in my head but I didn't have any answer with me currently. . . . #TBC . . Author Note: Any idea who is Rebecca? Do help Oliver to solve his doubt.

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

“Some people just aren’t meant for family. You’ll find something else.” I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. She wanted me gone. And at this point… So did he. The next morning, the front door slammed shut, and I already knew who it was before I turned. The sharp click of designer heels on hardwood confirmed it. Rebecca. Queen of the Cold War, crowned in pearls and judgment. She was back. She entered like a storm dressed in silk, her luggage dragged behind her by a trembling housekeeper. I straightened instinctively, my pulse hammering like a warning drum in my chest.

I can't believe I'm on one of the most beautiful islands and where Rex and the boys were born and raised. "Hey, Thea," Effie poke her head. "Who's room are who?" "Oh!" I ran to my backpack and pulled out a white folder full of our plans for our vacation. I set it down on the table with everyone present, "Okay, let me see. This room and Rex and I. Your room is over there. The other suite is Liam, Lily, Seth, and Terry. Don and Claire have the room across, along with Jordyn and Ares. Okay, everyone, go to your rooms and rest up because we are going to eat out later tonight."

It was too late for Rebecca to look away and pretend that she hadn’t been looking at the other woman. Layla tsked. “Nice dress. You’re just so excited for him to rail you, huh?” Rebecca blanched at the thought. She didn’t even know what to say to the crude statement. But Layla wasn’t looking for an answer. She rolled her eyes and sat on her bed. She pulled a box from beneath it and pulled out a frayed book. Rebecca couldn’t quite make out what the title was from where she was sitting, but she could see that there was a shirt-less man on the front holding a woman. They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so.

Rebecca deliberately left Catherine’s hair on her comb and the floor of the hotel. The hotel staff had taken Catherine’s hair when Rebecca was not around. Soon, Rebecca would become the daughter of the owner of Soromon Island as well as the sister of the future owner of Neah Bay. By then, destroying Shaun and Catherine would just be as easy as squashing an ant. She just hoped that Sheryl’s memory would never be restored. Matthew took her to the chateau. After a short while, a married couple walked down the stairs. Rebecca had seen Sheryl in the Jones family’s photo. Only when she met Sheryl in person did she realize she looked much better in real life. Sheryl looked mature and charming. Just

before his eyes closed, and the room fell into an eerie stillness. Rebecca sat there, lost in guilt and grief, grappling with the unintended consequences of her actions. Her gown was covered in blood as she stared into space, her mind filling with the guilt of what she had just done Rebecca's trembling hands carefully wrote out the suicide note she hoped it looked convincing. As she placed the note by Dr. Harrington's lifeless form, she let out a convincing scream, drawing the attention of those nearby. Panic painted her face as they all rushed in to see what was wrong

She didn’t want to know. When it was closing time, Rebecca started to pack her books in her bag, occasionally checking if Niyi was still in class, in case she’d have a chance to speak to her. Unfortunately, Niyi was deep in conversation with Sola and two other girls from SSS3A. Rebecca was reluctant to meet up with her then. If Niyi was going to be rude to her again, she would much prefer it if there were no witnesses.