Romans & histoires Book Review Of Rebecca

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

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

But the scene she had expected did not happen. Rebecca did not break down. She did not shout. She did not cover her face and run away. Instead, she exerted a little force and calmly withdrew her hand from Catherine’s grasp. She did not even look at the ivory silk gown or the carefully arranged expression of guilt. Her gaze passed over Catherine and settled on Yanxi’s arrogant face. “Are you finished?” Rebecca’s voice was light. Yet there was something in it that had been tempered in cold water and years of silence—quiet, steady, and impossible to bend.

Living in a rainy city had its advantages, I could just pretend I didn't know anyone and stay in my house in my pajamas and slippers pretending that the outside world didn't really exist, just like in all the romantic movies I had seen since I was little. I was tired, it was obvious, because everything inside me was just a way of living on autopilot living the same day over and over again until I was completely tired. - Rebecca, honey, shouldn't you get up a little? Get some air outside? - my mother said, trying hard not to make me look like the usual zombie.

“And what exactly do you think happened last night?” Rebecca shrugged slightly as she moved further into the room. “I heard that Evelyn showed up, acted like she owned the place, and then left like it didn’t matter. Honestly, I’m more surprised she didn’t try harder to stay relevant or show off.” I turned my head slightly, looking at her now. “You’re underestimating her.” Rebecca raised a brow. “Am I?” “Yes,” I said. “And that’s a mistake.” She let out a small laugh. “She’s just gotten lucky. That doesn’t mean she’s suddenly important.”

She smiled. I watched as Rebecca sat beside her and opened her favorite book. I left, but stood outside the door feeling confused. Rebecca really cared for Anna, as much as I did. I can’t remember Celine ever really showing concern for Anna, or anyone but herself. I went back to her. She had removed her blouse and was relaxing on the lounging chair by the pool, wearing only her bra. Looking at her, I felt irritated, and lost all desire. “You really need to tell that ill-mannered girl who is the boss!” She said as I came in, “imagine the way she was talking to you.”

"Isn't there, Nicholas?" I could only nod, completely out of my depth. Rebecca took a step into the room, her eyes locked on her mother. The rebellious daughter was gone. In her place was a fascinated, eager follower. "Did he... was he good?" Mrs. Charleston laughed, a low, throaty sound." "Ask him yourself. He's right here." Rebecca looked at me, her earlier defiance replaced by a new, profound curiosity. "Well?" "It was.." I searched for a word that wouldn't get me killed. "Intense."

* I didn’t stay more than a day in that city and left for Manaus the very next day, leaving everything behind to start everything fresh and with a new beginning. . #TBC . How was the part? Want to read Rebecca’s and Oliver’s story? Then you can prefer ‘HER CHOSEN MATE’. This story can also be read stand-alone so, ignore reading the other story if you don’t want to.

I said. “I know,” she replied. “I still want to.” I held her gaze for a moment longer, then nodded. “Alright.” Her shoulders relaxed just slightly. The conversation continued, and this time it felt… fuller. Rebecca began talking about small things she had noticed, like how no one shouted orders here or how the guards did not look at people like they were waiting for an excuse to punish them. “And the food,” she added, leaning closer to me. “It actually tastes like food.”