Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age

He is the only one who calls her by her name while others just refer to her as priestess. “Is this about the girl?” She asked referring to Rebecca. Of course to her Rebecca was just a girl since she was 137 years old which would be 116 years older than Rebecca. “Yes. You told me she would die that night but she survived. Have you lost your touch, Palena?” Alex asked with a displeased look but Palena only laughed at his lack of faith. “I know I'm old little Alex but I haven't lost my touch. I told you Rebecca would die and she did.” Palena said with a smile but that only angered Alex.

When he was done, he invited them to join him. If you were estimating, Rebecca would appear to be about thirty. Rebecca's hair was light brown, with only a hint of rust coloring to it. Her fair skin and medium sized breasts made her look softer than she really was. Unless she was in mode as a strict trainer. Then her hair looked like a halo of energy surrounding her head. She crackled with pure energy when she was punishing a trainee for not trying hard enough. Her mannerism was dismissive at times, or condescending at others. She listened to the proposal, and glanced through the briefing documents once and then went silent.

"And you're his wife. I'm not playing with my life. I'm not a cat, I only have one life." "Aren't you like married?" I asked sipping my drink. Rebecca was a beautiful woman. She had long black overflowing hair that went all the way to her waist. Today, she packed the front part in a small bun and let the backflow down. She had grey eyes just like her mother with a round face and a nose that was neither too small nor too big. Freckles splattered over her nose giving her face a hint of black dots. "I did. He died a few years ago."

Eric sounded a little possessive. “Hello Eric. It’s so good to see you.” A beautiful black woman said as she leaned in to kiss Eric on the cheek. She then gracefully took her husband Alex’s hand and positioned herself by his side. Cat couldn’t help but envy the grace that Rebecca McDonnell, a retired, seasoned runway model, still exuded. Despite being 35 years old, she had a youthful appearance that made her look no older than 25. The stories about her had been that she had no intentions of becoming a model, but rather stumbled into it at a young age. She was known in the industry for her kindness, and everyone remembered her with fondness. Losing her cool only if a photographer crossed boun

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

He simply sent Rowan off with a single command. “Trace the digital upload. Now.” Fifteen minutes later, Rowan returned. “I found it. The leak came from a burner account—but the IP traces back to an address registered under Selena Vale.” Elias’s fingers drummed once against the armrest. “Selena Vale.” “Yes, sir.” “The stepmother of the competitor.” “Yes.” “And the daughter?” Rowan swallowed. “Lucinda. She’s… been pushing gossip anonymously on multiple platforms.” Elias leaned back, expression unreadable.

"It seems like he left to refill himself." "I guess so! Let's wait for him. I think he is about to finish his food." "Yup," I nodded my head and then looked at Rebecca. "What..what happened to you?" "Sorry?", She asked in confusion. "I mean…you aren't behaving like you.", I said, recalling our first incident to now. "I am NOW behaving like me.", She said and stressed NOW a little. "It's just when we met last year. I was going through the worst phase of my life. So, at that time, I was dealing with many things mentally.", She admitted.

"Her mother's sister. She is old now, very old. But she is alive. She lives in the outer territory. Her name is Sera." "Does Sera know about me?" Rebecca asked. "Not yet," Maren said. "I came to you first. I thought that was right." Rebecca nodded slowly and looked back down at the photographs laid out on the table in front of her. Her mother's face across four small squares of old paper, laughing in one, serious in another, young in all of them. She picked up the third photograph again. The one where Kalista was looking directly at the camera. Looking directly at her.

“Or more confusing. Are we gonna pick a random kid? I don't know what she looks like.” “Or Could she be Rebecca's god-daughter?” He tilted his head in thoughts. “Rebecca has a god-daughter?” I was the one confused this time. There was more to Rebecca that was ignored all this while. “I once saw a picture of a young girl, between the age of 4-5 on Sierra's device. She waved it off and said it was her friend’s daughter and also her god-daughter.” “Do you remember the child's features?” “A bit.”

he slowly recounted. "Rebecca is 40 years old, meaning she's 15 years older than you." I interrupted his story briefly. "Yes, so I thought everything would be fine. Nothing seemed strange. Slowly, over time, I realized she was being too friendly with me." His eyes narrowed, indicating his displeasure. "She would often hug me too tightly and once try to bite my ear, claiming she was fond of seeing how young I was to her." His voice faltered before he continued his story.