Rebecca Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“I want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her. Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...

* I didn’t stay more than a day in that city and left for Manaus the very next day, leaving everything behind to start everything fresh and with a new beginning. . #TBC . How was the part? Want to read Rebecca’s and Oliver’s story? Then you can prefer ‘HER CHOSEN MATE’. This story can also be read stand-alone so, ignore reading the other story if you don’t want to.

“We rush ordered the bed last night on the Internet. It arrived in pieces and we assembled it down here. You should have seen Owens’ face when I told him Rebecca’s help was all I needed. Our driver seems to think billionaires and women are equally helpless.” “He’s wrong there,” Rebecca said, emerging from the shadows of a niche. “I can lift hundred-pound tuna.” She knew how to make an entrance. She wasn’t wearing a stitch: not makeup and not clothes. She was no vamp as she came toward them. Her walk was just a walk, not shy but maybe self-conscious. Her body was naturally beautiful—slim, strong, the faint cooking scars on her arms picked up by the strong spotlight. Her small rounded breasts

Tomorrow, he would find out he had thrown away a diamond, and I was coming to crush him. My phone rang again. It was a restricted number. I answered. "Rebecca," a deep, dangerous voice said. It wasn't Silas. It was his biggest rival. "I heard you’re finally single. Ready to make him regret every breath he takes?"

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

Rebecca replied, her eyes scanning the pages of the book she held in her hand. Arnold’s eyes narrowed, “Mind telling me what that means?” He queried. Rebecca shut the book closed, looking unsatisfied with its contents. Taking a deep breath, she deliberately placed the book back into the shelf she was standing beside.“By not bad, I mean it's being handled,” she said. Arnold ran his hand through his silver hair, “Rebecca. How exactly?” His impatience grew.

With a heavy, resonant groan, the doors swung inward, revealing the grand library of the Sovereign. The heavy oak doors parted, and Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks. The breath left her lungs in a sharp, fractured gasp, her notebook slipping slightly against her ribs as her hands lost their grip on reality. She had expected shelves. She had expected rare manuscripts and the smell of old dust. But she had not been prepared for this.

I smile, trying to be humorous. Rebecca did not relax, however. - Are you sure you don't want to come with me? She insists. - No, I prefer not. I decide by diving back into my notebook. - Good. She whispers before getting back into the shower. Rebecca is a girl with a café-au-lait complexion and is the only girl I talk to. Although for a pastor's daughter, she dresses in an almost Gothic way. She remains decent in general terms and lives with one foot in the church and the other sometimes oscillating towards the secular world....