Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Novels & Stories

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

"What's your purpose for coming here to Anchorage Base City?" Rebecca remained silent for a few seconds before wheeling around to look at Lucas. She said, "To look for the Dragon Slaying Saber." Lucas had known all along that Rebecca was in Anchorage Base City for a purpose but had never expected her purpose to be to look for the Dragon Slaying Saber. "Since you've come to know that I'm the one holding the Dragon Slaying Saber, why don't you report back to the Fighters' Alliance?" said Lucas.

Tears were already streaming down Rebecca's cheeks and in a moment of weakness, she tried to jump on Ricardo, to slap and scratch him. “Mum! The girl sobbed, and she lay behind, trembling. Edan held her lightly, using one of his hands, while with the other, he continued to hold Ricardo. "Do you want to make him pay?" Rebekah nodded. "Help me take it and I promise you'll pay for everything." A few minutes later, Ricardo was strapped to a chair, his mouth taped over, in a secluded room, in Edan's care. While Rebecca was in the living room, explaining to the police that the call was a mistake, she thought she had seen a stranger on her property, but then she realized that she had made a mistake

Always playing innocent. I tapped the message open—and for a second, I felt dizzy. No… no, this couldn’t be real. I blinked. Once. Twice. My chest tightened as my eyes locked on the image on the screen. “Kendrick Reyes of Reyes Corporation meets with Rebecca.” I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I zoomed in on the picture. Rebecca was in his arms. In the middle of a damn board meeting. And the way he looked at her—soft, close, intimate.

After all, it’s difficult to lie to a psychologist. “I see… Was it when she was kidnapped?” he asked softly, and Evie nodded. Although in her previous life, Evely had survived the kidnapping and the attack, it seemed that it’s when she had expired in this lifetime. If not, Evie would not have been able to take over her body. At her silent answer, Dr. Jensen shifted in his seat and let out a sigh. “So, who are you?” “My name is Evie Hunter. I am— was a warrior from the Yhi, the Kingdom of Light.”

I wondered if the humans there would remember my face; it would be a consolation if they didn't, especially because of my online humiliation. “I...I can't go back there. Can't I just pretend to be sick or something?” I asked, but Carly shook her head. “How can you be sick? Even I don't even remember falling ill since my childhood.” She replied. “But what if they recognize me? I was only able to pull through after Ethan, thanks to Swayer. What am I going to do now?” I asked, my eyes filling up as memories of Swayer resurfaced. I thought I would have overcome the pain of losing her by now, but it still hurts like hell. I guess I haven't had a reason to remember all this time, but now that we'r

"You're…a devil…" A devil? I laughed and tightened my grip even more. Her face turned purple as she struggled for air. "I'm not a devil." I leaned close to her ear and whispered as the last bit of life drained from her, "I'm the undercover agent." Rebecca died. I shoved her body aside and hurriedly pushed myself up from the floor.

The symbols of the Erased were everywhere around us as we entered the ravine. This place felt wrong.Not dangerous, not exactly. Just wrong. As if we had entered a world that forgot how to be alive. Rebecca was a few steps ahead of me. Her back was straight. Her head was held high. At first glance, she seemed to be made of steel. Strong. Confident. Unyielding. But I could see through that facade. I noticed the way her hands shook when she was sure no one was watching. And I watched the way her eyes wandered to the mist behind us from time to time.

All the while, I stood rooted there, my gaze locked on Elder Wilburn, seething with an anger that burned hotter than a wildfire that uncontainable, unyielding, ready to consume everything in its path. “I never imagined my late father would choose you as one of the representatives,” I spat bitterly, the words dripping with contempt. “You’ve already put your own future Luna in grave danger.” Moments later, Rebecca appeared at the threshold, her entrance as smooth and deliberate as a predator's prowl. She fixed me with a saccharine smile, all honeyed warmth and gentle tilt of the head, but I could see the flicker of cunning beneath it, the way her eyes scanned me like a chessboard, ready to man

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.