Novel & Cerita Rebecca Bloom The Oc

"Yeah, I am watching it right now just because I am bored and you liked this one. Can we just watch cartoons instead? They seem to interest me more than these kinds of love stories that's close to nonsense." "You're really willing to bring your bitterness to the next level, Becca." She grinned at her best friend and grabbed a mouthful of popcorn and gobbled it all up. She was able to focus herself in watching the show again. They were in the middle of the scene where the guy lover will kiss the one that he loved the most. Ironic, it's the same scene Gavin and Rebecca shared! Rebecca suddenly grabbed the remote control and shut the TV off.

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.

Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted bitch, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit.

“You're not going to like this.” I was snatching my phone from his grip in the next minute, peering at the screen when my heart dropped to my mouth. My vision blurred at the image of Rebecca tied up to a chair, dried blood on the side of her head and a gag clothe in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she leaned forward unconscious on the chair she was strapped to with a tight black rope. “Get that old man on the phone right now!”

(Eyes emoji) My eyes twitched; even on duty, she didn't miss his drama. I replied anyway. Rebecca didn't know of my relationship with Rhys. We became friends while in the university when we became roommates during my freshman year. She was already a year ahead of me and also graduated before me. Rebecca was pretty smart at just 25, she was already done with her foundation study and was a practising doctor. She always bragged about being a straight-A student. A baddie with a brain.

The room smelled of cedarwood, smoke, and the clean, intoxicating scent of her skin. He set her down gently by the edge of the bed, but he didn't pull away. He stayed right there, looming over her, his hands coming up to softly frame her hips. Instead of leaning into his touch, Rebecca took a shaky step back, her hands pressing flat against his chest—not to push him away, but to keep herself steady. The fierce, brilliant strategist who had just outwitted the Elven Council vanished, replaced by a woman completely overwhelmed by the gravity of her new life.

I immediately wiped it off. "Bitch. where are you ?" The girl entered the class and shouted. Wait it was the voice I had been waiting for. My lovely drama series created by me begins. I turned and looked at the voice source. As expected, it was my sweetheart, Rebecca. She was opposite to her name *haha*... she was the one I was waiting for so long ... "Are you a slut ?" Rebecca yelled as she banged on my desk. oh, she won't leave me before she gets a satisfying explanation.

There is a sense of tightness that continues to stick, as if you don't want to get out of place anymore. After sprinkling the flowers, Olivia started pouring rose water. She cried, every time the rose water flowed down the mound of earth, that's when Olivia dropped the teardrops that ended up on Olivia's cheeks. “Olivia will go home first, okay? Tomorrow if there is still a chance to come here, Olivia will definitely come here,” he whispered to the two graves containing lifeless people. "Olivia is home." Olivia closed the conversation after slowly wiping her tears and clearing her sobs. Olivia with a heavy heart, must leave here, because the night wind here is getting colder.

I got into my car and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. But I didn’t move. Rebecca’s confused face haunted me. Those empty eyes. The way she had looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I meant nothing. This was my fault. Dr Felix was right. Being with a loved one was the fastest way for Rebecca to regain her memories. But what that meant… …was that Fiona and Derrick would be way ahead of the game by the time she became more of herself again. And that was bad.

I had just finished fastening the last button of my shirt when a sharp knock sounded at the door. Annoyance flared instantly—raw and ready on my tongue. I stormed over, already mid-sentence as I swung it open forcefully. “Look, Blaire, I don’t have fu—” The words died abruptly in my throat. Rebecca stood on the other side instead, her posture tentative, a bouquet of pale blooms cradled in her arms. Relief rushed through me so quickly it nearly made me dizzy.