Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age

Winter read every line of the profile without skipping a word. Rebecca had entered the entertainment industry as a model straight out of high school, later transitioning into acting. There was no record of her attending university. That meant she couldn't possibly have been Victoria's university classmate. Winter's mind went blank, the pieces refusing to fit together. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Elijah. "Win? What's wrong?" Elijah's voice came through quickly, warm as ever. Winter's gaze darkened. "Eli, you were right. That Ms. Green is definitely not what she seems!"

Amon said softly as she eyes alternated between Atarah and Tiana. "No, we were a bit late cause we were preparing the wine." Atarah answered and then her eyes travelled to the beautiful blue haired that hugged Amon's arm. She looked like she was the same age as Erza or maybe younger, she wasn't sure. "And who is this?" Atarah asked with a smile as politely as she could, she was expecting Amon to answer but the young girl lowered her head to greet. "I'm Eve, I'm Amon little sister." Her voice was rather soft and filled with pure honesty.

She faced me, "keep him dangling, Rebecca. Boys like him need to be kept dangling cause they're nothing but loads of trouble." Spinning on her small legs, she sauntered away, muttering under her breath about how she wouldn't admit she missed him. Becca hid a smile and wouldn't meet Luke's can-you-believe-her?look. She walked into her room and giggled, closing the door. She missed Luke which was normal. Who wouldn't miss a guy that could make you laugh? As she smiled and was about to undress, somewhere in her mind full of thoughts, she registered the glint of metal and the click and shutter of a camera nearby just outside her window.

she teased, nudging him. Just then, a figure came out of the dark: Laura. Tall, with long chestnut hair and an air of confidence about her, she always made Sophia feel a little ill at ease. Charming but with her way of twisting words. "Hey, you two! I just heard something interesting," Laura said mirth dancing in her eyes. "What is it?" Daniel asked his curiosity piqued. Not much, other than some of the Dark Moon pack are planning on doing something. I thought you'd want to know, being all brave and heroic," she replied with enough sarcasm lacing her voice.

After all, it’s difficult to lie to a psychologist. “I see… Was it when she was kidnapped?” he asked softly, and Evie nodded. Although in her previous life, Evely had survived the kidnapping and the attack, it seemed that it’s when she had expired in this lifetime. If not, Evie would not have been able to take over her body. At her silent answer, Dr. Jensen shifted in his seat and let out a sigh. “So, who are you?” “My name is Evie Hunter. I am— was a warrior from the Yhi, the Kingdom of Light.”

“I’m starving. My vision was tough, and I woke up with such a headache.” I pulled Elliot with me towards the counter and took my seat, while Elliot wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my head, his front to my back. “So, what exactly is this plan?” Rebecca asked through a mouthful of food. Charlotte frowned at her; the look of distaste on her face as she narrowed her eyes. “And who exactly are you?” Charlotte asked. Rebecca put her fork down and turned to face Charlotte. “Rebecca,” she answered, holding out her hand for Charlotte to shake. “Silver’s best friend and confidant.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re with Dexon now. I’m sure you won’t be back so soon.” Even though she sounded like she was giving up, I could still feel that deep down. She was hoping otherwise. "I'm alone now," I glanced at Rebecca, who was walking ahead of me with confidence—completely unfazed by my conversation on the phone. She was so different from Cassandra. Rebecca carried strength in every step and every gaze. She was raised in a world almost identical to mine and Dexon’s, so none of this affected her. Rebecca could stand on her own two feet with great courage and resilience. Even though lately, she had softened, becoming a more gentle and understanding woman, I was sure she hadn’t

I got into my car and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. But I didn’t move. Rebecca’s confused face haunted me. Those empty eyes. The way she had looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I meant nothing. This was my fault. Dr Felix was right. Being with a loved one was the fastest way for Rebecca to regain her memories. But what that meant… …was that Fiona and Derrick would be way ahead of the game by the time she became more of herself again. And that was bad.

Lucas had vanished as easily as he had appeared, leaving behind nothing but the echo of a promise I was foolish enough to believe. Life went on in the yard, in the mess hall, in the cell blocks. Fists still flew. Threats still lingered. But I was no longer the fragile girl who had been dragged here a couple of years ago. I knew how to stand my ground. How to stay invisible when I needed to. I wasn’t invincible, but I wasn’t weak anymore either. By my fifth year, Rebecca’s energy began to falter. Her steps slowed. Her face, once full and lively, grew pale, gaunt. She brushed it off, plastering that same stubborn smile on her lips, still cracking jokes, still insisting I’d be free soon.

Elena met Rebecca at her office, which was on the twentieth floor, close to her father's suite but not in it. Rebecca was in her fifties, bright, and no-nonsense. She had a reputation for being both brilliant and scary. "Elena Mercer," Rebecca remarked, pointing to a chair. "I've looked over your work. Supply chain analysis from last month. Good insights. Rookie mistakes on political factors, but Sarah tells me you've corrected that in subsequent work." "I have. I'm learning."