Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age Novels & Stories

"No Antonov! I can never let my baby go, and I don't think she can too seeing she came back to me" "That girl in there is not Scarlet" "It's her. You didn't see her eyes or the way her finger clutched onto my dress even when she was barely alive. She recognized me, Antonov. The sea took her from me, and it's brought her back to me. She has to live this time. I will not allow her to die". "That is not Scarlet, Elde. You need to come to your senses. I took care of Scarlet all my life... "

At 22, Elias was the textbook definition of a massive nerd—tall and lanky with messy black hair that fell into his eyes, oversized hoodies that hid the surprisingly solid build he’d developed from late-night anxious workouts, and a social life that consisted almost entirely of online gaming sessions and hentai tabs he closed the second his mom walked by. He’d been crushing hard on Rebecca Lang since his family moved next door six years ago. She was 42, but she looked like she stepped out of one of his dirtiest fantasies. Curvy in all the right places, wide hips, thick thighs that strained against her yoga pants, a soft belly that made him want to bury his face in it, and heavy, full breasts

This was for my mother and brother. And…yes, for myself. I wanted to know more about this mysterious man who now owned me. So, with a deep breath, I touched the intercom button. “rebecca? I’m ready.” Rebecca was a short and slender Hispanic woman with thick black hair tied back in a long braid that was gray at the temples. She wore a simple uniform of black slacks, a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and practical black clogs. She had kind, intelligent brown eyes that looked me over in a thorough assessment.

She said before hanging up without waiting for Charlotte’s reply. Rebecca immediately put on a black hoodie, a face cap, and black glasses, making her look mysterious as she set out to look for Derek. Since Derek wasn’t picking up his phone and she had no idea where he might be, she decided to go to his favorite café where they had initially seen him. Rebecca arrived at the café and took a seat at a corner table, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Derek. She ordered a coffee and tried to calm her racing thoughts. As she sipped her coffee, Rebecca noticed a man at the counter glancing at her. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes—not Derek, but something about him seemed

she smirked and I shake my head, smiling. "Not funny" She laughed again. "It is. Like it or not. You were worried about a gay guy hitting on me." "You're the only girl I know that can turn a gay man straight, Rebecca," I say to her and her pupils dilate as she leans into me. "Reid has been my friend for years. What'll change now?" "Whatever" I give up on the topic. "My boss...on the other hand is a goof" Becca grinned with mischief. Her boss?

her voice is so quiet, like she is afraid to fill the silence in the small room. "And how old are you now?" Rebecca asks for me. Jane seems to stop breathing at the question, like she wasn't sure of the answer. "24, I think."

Seeing mom, she greeted her in her silvery tone and asked with that bright smile, “You must be Rhea. Right? May I come in dear?” Mom politely replied, “Yes I am. But who are you? I don’t think I know you.” The beautiful girl replied again, “I will explain to you everything dear. Trust me, I am here to help you.” Mom hesitantly replied in brief, “Ok.” Then she gave her way to enter inside. After closing the door, mom looked at the girl with anticipation for her explanation. She was quite surprised, meeting such a sudden, unexpected and mysterious visitor. The girl spoke again, after taking a seat on the sofa casually, “Nice to meet you, Rhea. I am Rebeca, sister of Ammenediel. I will stay wit

He quickly returned with a very excited and intoxicated Rebecca with him. Rebecca has a slender frame, high cheekbones, and a straight smile. Tattoos decorated her tomboyish figure. Her short hair messy, looking like she's been enjoying the strippers here. I reach for my ear, and discretely turn on the mic. “Target headed in.” I said in a low whisper. He leads her into the room, and shoots me an annoyed glare.

", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame. "We still haven't found any evidences against that Mafia. But we need to save Rosaline from that inhumane freak as soon as possible. I am really scared for her" Introduction: Rebecca Wills -Better known as the 'Relentless Rebecca" -23 years old -Agent 005 -Childhood friend of Rosaline Leon tried to alleviate the pain of his disheartened colleague. He knows how much she is worried about her friend. "He won't hurt Rosaline, Rebecca. We all know how much Xavier loves her and how much-"

I said, writing Rebecca's name first on the board. Dante walked up to me, "Rebecca is a three hundred year old vampire. She was able to get away with it thanks to her expertise. But do you know, Drexa knew she was in her compound but didn't hold it against her because she had no proof. If she was able to catch a whiff of a stealth person like Rebecca, what does that tell you about the mission you're about to dish out?" His words discouraged me a little and I paused for some seconds.