Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Novels & Stories

Rebecca had called him about a dozen times, and her last call was more than two hours ago. If his inkling about William Silverman was right, then Rebecca was in danger. John’s heart began pounding furiously. He had to warn her. *** Rebecca was pressed against the tinted glass window overlooking the city, her body naked, completely stripped and basking in the glow of the sunlight pouring in. The dark could that hovered above were gone now. William stood behind her, his head resting on the back of her shoulders. He was thrusting his hips against hers, pounding as she clawed the window.

he asked sarcastically. “I had to leave,” Rebecca hissed, and for a moment, he felt the same rage he could sense in Layla. “I had brought Hunters to our doorstep. I had to protect my girls.” “You could have gone back.” “And said what? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I shift into a monster? I’m sorry that some nasty assholes might come and slit your throats in your sleep if they find me? My face is plastered in Hunter bases all over the world,” Rebecca hissed again. “I can’t walk in the streets because their surveillance might pick my face up. The only thing I could do was stay in the shadows and make sure my girls remained safe.”

SUMMARY The protagonist of the story is Rebecca. Rebecca is a single 32 year old woman who lives in an apartment on the lower east coast of Manhattan. This is a low class community so she is not compelled to make conversation with the locals. She works in the accounting department of a Multi-Sector Conglomerate Co-operation.

Rebecca lay back against the soft pillows in the master bedroom, her sundress already pulled up around her waist. The room was quiet except for the low sounds coming from her laptop. She had propped it on the bed beside her. On the screen, a woman was on her knees in front of a powerful man, obeying his every command. Rebecca’s cheeks burned with shame, but she could not stop watching. Her right hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding slowly up and down her wet slit. Her left hand held the edge of the sundress higher, exposing her smooth pussy completely.

He didn't look back as he brought the vehicle to a halt in front of a low, concrete structure that seemed to grow out of the hillside like a grey fungus. The bunker. Rebecca felt a cold sweat break across her skin. In her first life, she had heard whispers of this place — a hole lined with silver where Alphas went to die and rogues went to be reborn. The doors were pulled open. "Out…" The guard commanded, his tone devoid of any heat. "— both of you." Hands grabbed Rebecca’s upper arms, dragging her from the seat. Her legs buckled the moment her feet hit the gravel, her knees scraping against the sharp stones. She didn't cry out; she didn't have the breath for it.

She responded, avoiding his gaze. “Rebecca you and I know that's not the truth. Now that I know about things like this, I believe anything is possible Rebecca so please, tell me the truth. Who are you?” Vincent asked. Rebecca fiddled with her fingers, unsure whether to tell him the truth or lie. She had a sudden regret about going to home. She should have stayed with Tyler, but she knew her secret would be revealed one day. Could she rely on Vincent to keep her secret safe? "I... I'm not sure what you're asking. I'm Rebecca Antlas, daughter of Mathew Antlas. I'm a half-bred wolf. That's just who I am." Rebecca stood up from her bed. "I don't know what you were thinking by coming here, but yo

She chuckled in the line. "Thanks, Sheira." I ended that call and drowse myself to sleep. This room is at least, comforting every pain that I feel. -- Rebecca's POV I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. I slowly got up and went downstairs. Even my every step is getting heavier as I walk towards the door. "Hey!" Sheira said smiling sweetly in front of me. She's looking more of a hippie,wearing ragged jeans and a cropped top black shirt. Her pierced belly button is exposed but I find it really cool and sexy.

“I’m sorry, Aric. But you need to know the truth. I’m not Ellya.” Aric frowned. “What do you mean?” “The person standing in front of you… isn’t Ellya Crawley,” Rebecca said softly but firmly. “My name is Rebecca Cathy Castillo.” Aric fell silent. He stared at her face for a long time, as if searching for any hint of a lie. “Rebecca Castillo?” he repeated quietly, his voice filled with disbelief. “That’s— that’s impossible. Rebecca Castillo is dead. I saw the news myself.” Rebecca lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked back at him. “I know. Because I did die, Aric. But somehow… I ended up trapped in Ellya’s body.”

It would be as easy as squashing an ant. ‘Catherine Jones, Shaun Hill, just wait.’ Rebecca was going to make a comeback in no time and settle the old scores with them one by one. ‘Also, Catherine, I’m sure it’ll be interesting to be tortured by your biological mother and brother.’ Hehe. As for herself, she would soon become the successor of Soromon Island. Haha. “By the way, do you know my name from back then?” Sheryl asked. “Mom, your name is Sheryl Jones,” Rebecca finally said something that was true.

Jacklyn said, looking pointedly at Rebecca. At the word "internationally", Rebecca visibly tensed. When she snuck into Jacklyn's study previously, the documents she had taken photos of seemed to be in Erelvian. "Penelope nearly ended up in an adult film. Could it be because…" she thought to herself in a panic. Rebecca's scalp tingled with fear, but under Jacklyn's watchful gaze, she couldn't get in touch with Penelope directly. Just as she was wondering what to do, the sudden ring of a phone shattered the tense silence.