Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age 소설 & 이야기

Others fidgeted, glancing up at their elders for reassurance. But in all, they would be marked tonight. Tonight, their paths would be chosen. Rebecca, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the gathering, just beyond the main circle of firelight. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself, even though the night was not cold. Her body may have healed enough to move freely, but her instincts remained restless as she felt her skin prickling with unease she couldn’t explain or push away. Something feels wrong and she can't rule that fact out. This made her scanned the crowd slowly but there were too many smiles, too much noise and too much distraction.

She was a blonde cougar from her appearance. I was way older than she could imagine. I was 4,029 years. I was caged when I was 29, that was dated in the BC calendar. "But here I am, according to Rebekah Maj, I was a hottie hottie." I scowled under my breath. "And you are??" She mumbled as she raised her head up to see my face. "Layzal Claudius by name." I mumbled as I maintained eye contacts with her.

Ael made a quiet sound of agreement behind me while Sera watched silently. “It almost feels like panic,” I added thoughtfully. “Like whoever did this wasn’t thinking clearly.” As if summoned by the conversation itself, hurried footsteps suddenly approached from behind us. Everyone turned at the same time just as three guards returned, dragging someone between them. A girl and she looked tiny. Not just short, but genuinely young. Probably not even eighteen yet. Her dark curls were messy and tangled, partially covering her face as she struggled weakly against the guards holding her arms. Dirt stained the edges of her clothes and the lower part of her dress was visibly torn.

with a small laugh, Rebecca curled her hand around Melody's arm and began to drag her into the house. "I have heard so much about you but what I don't know about you is---” Rebecca stops and turns to look at her, " how old are you?” "I'm eighteen” Melody looked at the strange girl that she knew nothing about. The girl has heard so much about her? From whom?

he declared. “Not anymore!” Rebecca spat, her eyes flashing with determination. “Not till that wolfsbane worked on her.” Rebecca added, walking around the bookshelves in continuation of her research. “Rebecca!” Arnold's anger and frustration boiled over. “How is this even possible!?” his tone rose in disbelief, “There's never been a werewolf hunter that undergoes lycanthropy.” “She wasn't a werewolf hunter till today. She turned 18 today, remember?” Rebecca countered. Arnold narrowed his eyes.

Natasha’s POV When Rebecca hit me up on W******p, I was in the office, my fingers dancing furiously on the keyboard alongside the other professional hackers who were my colleagues. We were all focused, hunting down a cybercriminal who was seconds away from scamming an elderly American woman out of her entire life savings—a whopping $100,000. “Gotcha!” I muttered under my breath as I finally cracked through his encrypted network, unveiling his real identity on my laptop screen. Without wasting another second, I forwarded the information directly to the FBI, ensuring that those bastards would be caught before they could inflict any more damage.

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.

I say, hugging her. As we pull apart, someone sniffles by the door. "You guys are going to make me cry," Tamara says, wiping away her tears. "When did you get here?" I ask. "While Miss World here was giving her speech," Tamara answers, using the nickname we gave Rebecca due to her tanned skin, gorgeous green eyes, raven black hair, and sexy curves. If she hadn't become an engineer, she would've been one hell of a supermodel. "Stop calling me that." Rebecca glares at Tamara.

Caspian instructed. "Yes, sir!" Sylvia replied. Once they ended the phone call, Sylvia immediately began her investigation. The reason Caspian was being this cautious was because Rebecca's appearance was rather sudden. He could not let a complete stranger be so close to Willow. A few minutes later, he received a call from Sylvia. "Caspian, I've already investigated. Rebecca is an artist from Starsphere Media. She has dabbled in film and music. "She's a really famous celebrity in the entire Diatoran. However, she recently rejected the sexual advances of Billy Jennings from Mahayan Pavilion and is currently being hunted down by them …"

"Her? That's impossible. She looks younger than me. Didn't she used to live in that run-down neighborhood?" Giana shook her head. "I don't know the details. All I know is that Rebecca is Draconia's CEO. You can look her up on the company's official website. Her photo is right there. And someone that young doesn't reach a position like that without knowing exactly what she's doing. So be careful. When we go back, leave her alone." "But—" "No buts. If you can't manage that, then don't come back at all. Find yourself another seat," Giana instructed.