Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Novels & Stories

A woman emerged from the shadows Rebecca, Lysander’s stepmother, dressed in an elegant black gown, her face untouched by age but hardened by cruelty. Lysander’s hand clenched around his gun. “What do you want, Rebecca?” She smiled sweetly. “Is that any way to greet your stepmother?” Lysander stepped forward, the barrel of his gun aimed directly at her heart. “I’m not that weak boy you used to control. I can end you right now.” Rebecca’s smile didn’t falter. “I’m not here for you.” Her gaze slid to Elowen. “I’m here for her.”

Rebecca looked up at Liam standing against the light, placing her name back where it belonged without hesitation. For a moment, she felt the remembered weight of the Heart of the Ocean against her throat. But she did not need the necklace. She did not need Vance’s name, Catherine’s permission, or any borrowed place in someone else’s world. She was Rebecca Perry. And she was here to take back what had always been hers.

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.

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side, carefully laying his trap. The woman, who I now know as Rebecca, turns red with Micah’s full attention.

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

she snapped, anger swirling in her eyes too. Rebecca was also hungry for revenge on that bastard who killed her parents mercilessly. But seeing her stubborn friends she knew they were driving back to the same point from where they started. They needed some cue to reach their enemies and Rebecca knew Esther would be that cue for them. Ashina gaped at her outburst openly before she banged the table. She leaned forward slowly glaring at Rebecca with her blazing eyes. “You want me to lure that bloodsucker?” Ashina scowled even though she thought about it that day when she met him but Lyceon interrupted her then.

I drew a big, dark circle and put a huge question mark around that question, my teeth grinding together in frustration. Then, I moved to the next line on the notepad. Instead of letting Stephanie take my place as the new Luna, which is what she had murdered my baby for and helped frame me for, the council completely bypassed her. They brought in a strange woman named Vivienne, a woman who looked exactly like me with barely any difference at all, and they had Kendrick mate her immediately. For what purpose? Why did Kendrick need a mate with my face? This whole thing showed one truth: I was right in the middle of it all. I wasn't just some random stray they picked up out of pity. I was the tar

Tomorrow, he would find out he had thrown away a diamond, and I was coming to crush him. My phone rang again. It was a restricted number. I answered. "Rebecca," a deep, dangerous voice said. It wasn't Silas. It was his biggest rival. "I heard you’re finally single. Ready to make him regret every breath he takes?"

They possess skills that leave no trace behind. I observe them with apprehension, my uncertainty evident in my gaze. "Are you sure they can handle this? It's a delicate matter, and I need it done swiftly and without a trace," I express anxiously. Blade's sinister smile sends shivers down my spine as he confidently responds, "Don't worry, Salena. We're professionals. We leave no loose ends. Your mate will disappear, and no one will suspect a thing." Within the confines of a dimly lit safehouse, I sit at a table surrounded by Blade, Viper, and Reaper. The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low.

Marcellus power. And somewhere inside… Lucinda is running out of time. The air smelled of oil, metal, and danger. Sheraphina, Elias, Julius, and their respective men weave between towering crates. Something feels wrong. Too quiet again. Elias noticed it first. “…Stop.” Everyone freezes. But it’s too late. Because above them—hidden between beams—Riker grins down. “Well, well,” he called out. “A Vale princess, a Marcellus heir, and the cold-hearted Trent boy. What a party.”