Rebecca Book Reviews Novels & Stories

It left her feeling horrible about herself. "Thanks for the warning, but what should I expect?" Hope against hope that Ben could circumvent the long search and reading ahead of her. Rebecca perched on a metal shelving rack in the small storage room. Things like this baffled her. Who spent this much time and effort minding the business of a fictional character?

Uncle Robert visited again and we do that thing together, though it hurts, nothing hurts more when father and mother doesn't believe me or they call me crazy and accuse me of wanting to bring the family apart. Rebecca’s smile faded, her fingers froze on the page. Even then, even as a child, Alecia known so much at such an early because of what had happened to her. Now that same man roams free like je did nothing. Wherever he is, she hopes he gets his karma. Rebecca closed the book gently, her heart heavier than before. She placed the diary beside her on the desk, not ready to read more, but unable to put it back either. She glanced toward the windows, toward the distant cityscape beyond thei

Now, that's a question that did not answer up until now. (Adapted from The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins, first edition) *~*~*~*~* Lady Rebecca Davis, or also known as Becca by her friends and families, closed the book that she was currently reading about the history of her home country, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins. The author was anonymous but the book was published for public usage as she did remember reading it when she was being tutored by one of the greatest minds on the island.

"I could still remember how you laid your eyes upon her. It was something magical." "Wow, dude that's gay!" Gavin said as he poked Lee on his left arm. "Let's just say, I am a great observer." "U-huh…" "That kind of woman is someone that you should never let go, no matter what happens." ---- After a lot of disappointments in the previous days, Rebecca decided to visit her mom often. She wanted to get encouragement for herself whenever she felt this way. Every time she's feeling alone, visiting her mom's grave would often make her feel better.

“Beatrice is a great friend of mine. Thank you for helping her be with her mate; I mean, I wish she would have asked me or at least told me when she was leaving but-” “I think the only reason she sought my assistance was that I could offer her the miracle she sought.” I explain, trying my best not to think of her and her haunting words on love. Love I perhaps might never taste. “She is intelligent in that way.” Rebecca boasts before a frown creases her brows. “Why don’t you ever come to high teas?” “Oh…you wouldn’t want me there; I am a magnet for trouble.” She laughs at this, giving me no chance to assert the truth value of my statement before she leans in.

She even refused to give her a set of jewelry and had acted so arrogantly—Christina wished she could crush that haughty attitude. Rebecca's emotions were turbulent. "Come with me." "Where to?" "Sapphire!" Rebecca said angrily. Christina's eyes dimmed, but she didn't say anything. Even though Isabella kept saying she had no feelings for Cedric, the truth was unclear. She might hate everything that was related to Natalie, but emotions were a complex matter. Who knew what might happen during this process? Right now, Rebecca was free to express her displeasure! - Rebecca was a woman who prioritized her interests. She was also an intelligent woman.

' After everything Retchet did for her, werewolf or no werewolf, fake or not, Rebecca was not going to let him die on her watch. After looking over pretty much everything in the room, every nook and cranny for even a paperclip lying around somewhere, Rebecca was dismayed to find nothing in the room that could potentially help get her out. "Oh, come on! I don't have time to even lounge around here!" she exclaimed in frustration. "Why isn't there even a window here?! At least let in some nice, fresh sunlight instead of spending the rest of your days in the shadows! I thought werewolves were more along the lines of nature lovers?! They don't fear the sunlight like vampires do!"

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, illuminating the study desk full of books and notes. Rebecca sat holding a light-blue diary with a small lock on the side. She had found it in the desk drawer two days ago, and since then she couldn’t stop reading it. The writing on its pages was filled with Ellya’s daily stories. About how much she loved her Mommy and Daddy, how spoiled she was, and how she always felt protected. Rebecca flipped through the pages, brushing her eyes that were starting to moisten. “Ellya, you were truly loved. Your Mommy, your Daddy, they loved you without limits. You’re lucky,” she whispered softly.

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

Mom said plainly as she focused on the noise coming from the room. Mom was right. Rebecca stopped crying and protesting after that day. The sound of her laughter even frequently trickled out of the room, as if she found immense joy in what she was doing. The men who sought out Rebecca didn't stop coming, either. Every one of them entered the room full of expectations and left satisfied. They claimed Rebecca was the best rabbit-woman they'd ever slept with. Every time I took water for Rebecca, my senses were assaulted by that strange, spicy scent with a pungent note in her bedroom.