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Damien said smiling, leaving me wondering what exactly he found hilarious "Place your hand on my shoulder." Anthony said taking his position on the floor I did as I was instructed and closed my eyes; he then asked me to free my mind of all its burdens like that was even possible but I did anyway and I began to see myself floating. I could feel my spirit leave my body if that was even possible and then suddenly I was sucked in a room. Screams were coming from if particular corner and it was sounding very much like Guinevere but I did not want that to be true

I can't believe I'm on one of the most beautiful islands and where Rex and the boys were born and raised. "Hey, Thea," Effie poke her head. "Who's room are who?" "Oh!" I ran to my backpack and pulled out a white folder full of our plans for our vacation. I set it down on the table with everyone present, "Okay, let me see. This room and Rex and I. Your room is over there. The other suite is Liam, Lily, Seth, and Terry. Don and Claire have the room across, along with Jordyn and Ares. Okay, everyone, go to your rooms and rest up because we are going to eat out later tonight."

And I wondered if she was even aware of what Luke was playing at. It may have been the alcohol, but everything that the man seemed to do was downright sensual and very inviting. And I slowly, I was falling for that charm. Never once in my wildest dream did I ever think I would look at a man with blonde hair and want to bed him right there and then. But then Luke… “I can assure you, Miss Brown…” Rebecca, the blonde with red lips and hazel eyes said with a dazzling smile. “I am not a reader myself but when that book came out, I just had to get myself a copy.” She countered, and I forced a smile.

When Rosalie arrived at Rebecca's place, it was around ten o'clock. Rebecca was lying in bed, wearing her reading glasses and engrossed in a book. Spotting Rosalie, she quickly put down her book and smiled warmly. "Rose, you're here." "Grandma." Rosalie smiled back, sitting beside Rebecca's bed. "What are you reading?" "It's a romance novel," Rebecca replied. Rosalie peeked at the cover out of curiosity. Indeed, it was one of those girly romance novels.

I stared at the content it held, my heart racing from adrenaline. My confrontation with Pierce had opened my eyes. I was still a scared little girl with a lot of trauma, and if I ever hoped to achieve my revenge, I had to get rid of all my fears and become the toughest I could be. And I was going to start from this very moment. Clenching the glass, I brought it to my lips and then tossed the drink back, my eyes blinking shut as the content rushed down my throat. When I opened my eyes, the tremble In my hand was gone and the world looked a little brighter.

I scanned my surrounding with my mouth wide open in excitement. As I stopped in front of one of the many shelves, I pulled out a green worn out a floral patterned novel from the section labeled old-time romance. My eyes enlarged when I noticed that the book was one of the first edition of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘Rebecca’. The book was in a good condition despite the outside appearance only hinting its growing age, I opened the mint-colored hardcover to reveal the first page of the book. ‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again....’

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.

Her steps are quick and deliberate. “You’re exposed,” she said. “More than you understand.” Something inside me snapped slightly. “Everyone keeps saying that,” I said, my voice tightening. “Everyone keeps telling me what I can’t do, where I can’t go, what I don’t understand—” I took a step forward. “But no one is actually telling me anything.” Silence. Heavy. Rebecca studied me for a moment. Long enough to make me feel like I was being weighed. Measured. And then… She nodded. “Fair.” The word surprised me. Then she reached into her bag. Pulled out a file. Set it down on the table.

“Is it possible that Phoebe requested that he do this?" "How could Phoebe ask Clarence to do anything?" Rebecca shook her head. Rebecca felt more strange the longer she gave it some thought. She tried not to think too much about it, but the idea that Clarence had brought her a gift was just too unsettling. As Rebecca was working hard to figure things out, Tabitha said, "Look, Rebecca. A card is present.” “Let me take a look." Rebecca assumed control of it. She appeared pale at the moment she opened the card and read the text. When Tabitha saw it, she inquired, "Rebecca, what's wrong? How does the card read?”