Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca

"Where do you want me to drop you?" Hades asked the woman. "Rebecca," She muttered. "What?" Hades could hardly hear with the buzzing city noise surrounding them as he drives along the busiest streets of Larkspur city. Famously known with skyline buildings and top of the edge infrastructures, the city is a promising haven for all business people like Hades. "My name is Rebecca, sir. I'm sorry. It was so impolite of me to forget about mentioning my name."

Resurrecting the turmoil of anger that once dimmed and is now beginning to reach her again. The woman is just as shocked as Elliona, she pounces on her eyes as if in disbelief as to who she sees "What are you doing here Elliona Nayvellin Lim?" asked the woman with her swab. "I should have asked you! What are you doing here Rebecca Kwon!" Elliona hisses who is just as arrogant as the woman named Rebbeca. Ahh! of course, I want to meet my future husband and also his grandmother" said Rebecca casually DEG

"If anything else comes up, you have my number. Thanks, Bill." He weakly shook my hand, and I left him sitting at the table. I had the extra push to get two of the witnesses to testify against MID, and the others were squeaky clean, so I'd have to find a different way to get through to them. I needed to get back to my house to change my clothes before I headed off for my next meeting with Ms. Rebecca Morgan, an MID corporate executive. *** Rebecca sat down opposite me and crossed her legs. Her rich, auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her exquisite face. She exuded sex appeal from her every pore, and she wore the most exquisite designer clothes that money could buy.

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.

My eyes widened, and I urged, "Cecil, quick, get me out of here!" "Alright, let's get you to the hospital!" "No, not the hospital. Take me to the place we went last month!" … The following day, I clicked on Mirabelle's livestream as if nothing had happened and watched as she clasped my diamond necklace around her neck. "Isn't it beautiful? Mr. Pembroke gave it to me as a birthday present!" All of a sudden, she let out a shrill scream and then stopped. However, I caught it clearly: a dark spot had suddenly appeared on her porcelain skin. I let out a long, heavy breath of relief.

Someone who had seen her talking on the radio and heard everything she said. Rebecca had decided to track Linda instead of helping with the evacuation. Rebecca wanted to make sure that Linda didn't escape justice for what she had done to Emma and the others. Rebecca followed Linda quietly through the woods, staying far enough back that Linda couldn't detect her scent. Rebecca was one of the best trackers in Austin's pack, and she knew how to move without being seen or heard. As Rebecca followed Linda, she realized that Linda was heading toward the same warehouse where Austin was supposed to meet Luna. Rebecca understood that Austin was about to face both Luna and Linda at the same time.

she whispered. 3:00 a.m. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. This is Rebecca. I’m sorry. It’s not about the company. It’s about the baby’s DNA. They want to replicate the genetic convergence. She’s an experiment. Get out. Disappear. They’ll kill you to get her. The message vanished after ten seconds. Alex stared at the blank screen. Her pulse thundered. The phone buzzed again. Another unknown number. Rebecca Sinclair found dead. Car accident on I-95. Tragic. My condolences.

They were now face to face. “Hunter, this is my daughter, Rebecca.” Rob said. Standing right in front of her now, Hunter knew exactly who Rebecca was. Although she had black hair, he could see without a doubt that Rebecca Holland was none other than Becca, the girl he met at Red and Green club. Hunter held his breath as she just stared into his eyes, grim look on her face. Hunter thought, once Rebecca recognized that he was the man she had a one-night stand with, this plan was going to end before it even began. That's if she hadn't already recognized him.

"No Antonov! I can never let my baby go, and I don't think she can too seeing she came back to me" "That girl in there is not Scarlet" "It's her. You didn't see her eyes or the way her finger clutched onto my dress even when she was barely alive. She recognized me, Antonov. The sea took her from me, and it's brought her back to me. She has to live this time. I will not allow her to die". "That is not Scarlet, Elde. You need to come to your senses. I took care of Scarlet all my life... "

“Like... spooky pale.” Yeah. I noticed. “Nice to be here,” the girl said with a gentle smile. “I’m Rebecca.” I stared, unmoving. Her bloodlust was gone—but my gut told me what I’d felt wasn’t my imagination. That girl had the scent of death clinging to her. Still, I turned away. If she was a threat, I’d deal with her later. That Night... After surviving hours of mind-numbing lectures, I got the message. “New assignment. Sending target details now.”