Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But at least they showed love and support to him. The Pink Demon- This character is only like in 1 chapter and appears for 20 or 30 seconds. He is the evil version of Terrance and he is a slave to The Pink Devil. Also he has a pink dick, which is a unique factor he has! Rebecca- She is not in the main story, but she does appear in the bonus chapter. She is an employee at The Smoothie Shop. She is also a good friend of Terrance, since they went to the same college together. Plus she always had a crush on Terrance, but never had the confidence to tell him. She gets jealous when Terrance talks to Jennifer. She tried to warn him to not fall in love, date, or trust her. But Terrance didn't listen

The atmosphere grew uncomfortably quiet. Rebecca pondered over what the old man had said. Not going back to live with Dominic could be a good thing. Though Dominic was his biological son, Camille was no good. The last incident had been a harsh lesson. "Then let's have Riley take care of you for a while," Rebecca Price suggested, looking at the old man for his approval. Riley was her most trusted assistant, someone she felt completely comfortable with. The old man nodded; it seemed like the only option they had left.

Author's note: Clarification Vera was 7 years old when her mother died. 16 years old when she was kidnapped and at 18 years she escaped the kidnappers. Presently she is 26 years old. ................................................... Flashback I breathe heavily, trying to put some air into my lungs when it felt like they will explode any second. My hair all wet, hands tied behind my back as they just got my head out of the bucket of water. "I love torturing this bit**. She doesn't scream or say anything."

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.

While others were clothed in leathers, Rebecca wore a sexy black wiggle dress with a ruffle top and long satin gloves, looking like a pinup model from the '50s. "Is this your first time being led by a female Dom?" Rebecca asked Ava, who was looking around nervously. "Yes. Hunter never really led me," she replied. "He just showed me around. Onyx tried, but I was too nervous." "I heard about that. Onyx is a nuisance. Tonight, I'll show you what it's like to be in subspace while letting you feel at ease. So don't worry. We're just learning." What should have been a simple answer came out as a squeak through the tight lacing on her corset. "Yes, Mistress Rebecca."

The lady said pointedly "For the last time I am not Katherine, I am Guinevere Berkshire, my father is Sir Collins Berkshire and his Lord of the Berkshire's manor. I am 23 years old and I have never being a vampire, I've never taken blood, I eat proper normal food like humans do because I am human." "Well we shall have to see about that” She said smiling giving a signal to the man, she had asked him to go around back.

Fiona Point of View "Hungrry" Caroline groaned in a way that reminded me of Hope. I rinsed my hand walking out of the restroom "Aren't we going home now?" I asked "How was your day?" I added as walked back to the session room to get our bags "It was fine. I talked to girl. She's twenty four, so not a teenager, She adds oh in all her sentence. Her name is Rebekah, but she insists I call her Becs" Caroline said, grimacing.

And yet Jenna didn't appear bitter, wasn't scared of the prospect of being a Werewolf, and seemed to be looking forward to mating with Alistair. "What I want to know is why are we all in our forties and fifties? No twenty or thirty something little hotties anywhere. I can't say that I'm upset about that, but just curious." Rebecca had asked Trey, but he'd just shrugged his shoulders and didn't seem to care. "Karen, do you know?"

All the while, I stood rooted there, my gaze locked on Elder Wilburn, seething with an anger that burned hotter than a wildfire that uncontainable, unyielding, ready to consume everything in its path. “I never imagined my late father would choose you as one of the representatives,” I spat bitterly, the words dripping with contempt. “You’ve already put your own future Luna in grave danger.” Moments later, Rebecca appeared at the threshold, her entrance as smooth and deliberate as a predator's prowl. She fixed me with a saccharine smile, all honeyed warmth and gentle tilt of the head, but I could see the flicker of cunning beneath it, the way her eyes scanned me like a chessboard, ready to man

“Wild red hair, sharp tongue. Reminds me of someone.” I didn’t ask who. I already knew. Each year Rebecca grew taller. Straighter. The ember-haired child I had carried through smoke and fire became a girl with fire in her gaze, each year more spirited, more alive, more untamed. Her laughter began to carry across the orphanage yard, ringing clear and fearless, and I felt the weight of my promise in every echo. By the time she was seventeen, Rebecca had become a young woman who moved with the same certainty as her mother once had, though tempered by the caution that childhood survival breeds.