Dead Rising Rebecca Chang Novels & Stories

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

“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.”

before his eyes closed, and the room fell into an eerie stillness. Rebecca sat there, lost in guilt and grief, grappling with the unintended consequences of her actions. Her gown was covered in blood as she stared into space, her mind filling with the guilt of what she had just done Rebecca's trembling hands carefully wrote out the suicide note she hoped it looked convincing. As she placed the note by Dr. Harrington's lifeless form, she let out a convincing scream, drawing the attention of those nearby. Panic painted her face as they all rushed in to see what was wrong

Though her form seemed intact, and her heart was beating—slow, her eyes were void—hollow, as though whatever part of her had once clung to life had been stripped away. Xavier moved toward us, like a predator closing in on wounded prey. He crouched beside me, his long black hair slipping over his shoulder like ink spilling across the floor. Reaching down, he took Rebecca's hand, lifting it with an eerie gentleness before letting it drop. It hit the ground with a lifeless thud. “She is more dead than alive,” he muttered. Then he straightened, turning golden crimson gaze to Richard. “Release him,” he commanded again.

She felt her dead inside of her. Rebeca was broken, she could not afford to lose the only thing that reminds her of Ellis hence, she ventured into the dark part of her. Heavens moved and the day turned into night when Rebecca started her chants. She knew that one dark practice would make her lose her powers and even her life but she didn’t care. She used up all her powers to give life back to the dead baby inside of her. Rebecca fought off the Lycan armies alone and escaped from them.

she said but looked down when something outside caught her eye. "Something wrong?" Rebecca asked. "I saw something move in the cemetery" Rebecca looked down with her, the moon always full and the light sufficient, but the height if the room had them first make sure, then Rebecca gasped. "What!?" Melany asked. "Am I seeing this correctly!? Danté's grave!?" Melany looked and saw it "Its open!"

“Because look...” He pointed ahead. I followed his finger... and froze. A girl... Young, beautiful... Staggering alone through the alley. She took two shaky steps, swayed… and collapsed. Just like that. Like the city swallowed her whole. “Did she just die?” I whispered. “Let’s go,” Adrian said quickly. We darted toward her, landing right beside her body. Her chest was still. Her face pale. Eyes closed and completely gone. Adrian’s voice dropped to a shaky whisper. “Echo… I think this is your chance. She fits all the criteria.”

Someone shouted outside her door. Rebecca glanced at Liam before getting onto her feet. She hurried out of the room and straight to the compound where she saw three dead vampires at Drexa's foot and Keller, Cassie and Ashely washing them from the balcony. "To what do I owe this unpleasant visit, Drexa?" Rebecca asked once she arrived at the compound. Drexa ignored her at first, glancing at Liam who had a blank expression. The two exchanged gazes before Drexa returned her attention to Rebecca.

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.