Rebecca Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

But Rebecca seemed to have something I needed to have around. I was not impressed only by its beauty, although those blond and shiny hair, those sincere and expressive eyes, seduced anyone. There were so many women available to do exactly what I wanted... Why would you attract me for one more? She had something in her eyes that let her soul shine through. She transmitted me peace, light. Two things that have always been missed in my life.

And with that, he and Sam Park ran off to get his car. Rebecca waved them goodbye and bent down to clean up the mess. She had wanted to celebrate the printing of her article on the Silverman Corporation with John. Plus she had just handed in her report on the senator to her editor. Boy was her editor a happy man. John had been the tour de force behind her passion for journalism. Once upon a time, when they were still in junior high, Rebecca had not been as outspoken as she was now. She had been a shy and quiet girl, often expressing her thoughts and feelings only through her writing. Then one day, John secretly mailed one of her writings to a national writing contest. She won first prize and

“Nevermind, then. Let’s keep looking for whatever it is you’re looking for.” I watch her walk back to the bookshelf and slide the black-bound book back in, then she continues to pull out more books and skim through them. Shit, should I have trusted her? I don’t really know her that well, but would she have tried to fool me? Gods, sometimes I wish I were fucking normal instead of this fucked up mess of a man. We spend the rest of the afternoon in stony silence, with Rebecca avoiding my eye and me ignoring her altogether.

However, due to these revelations, Rebecca's gaze toward Alex became much more complicated. It's not that she's particularly naive. After all, she had seen a lot of chaos in Seardale. However, chaos did not necessarily equate to justice. Since returning to the country, everything she had encountered and seen had been relatively mild, except for the incident in the subway yesterday. Even then, she was grateful for the many people who stepped forward to help her. Seeing almost every player on a team embroiled in controversy now made Rebecca question the environment of this competition.

Rebecca “Mrs. Ezra, do you not trust your own son?” I asked, holding her gaze. No blinking. No fear. If Luke’s torture gave me one good thing, it was this, a heart that does not break easy. She was just a woman standing between me and my freedom. “Miss Rebecca, I only asked a simple question.” “Shrimp and grits.” I saw those words on a paper back at Collins’ place. Figured those must be his favorite meals.

All she’d done was write down her thoughts on how society made big women feel and how women living with curves needed to change their thinking to stop feeling inferior to anyone smaller. Along with all the fame of her book, she’d been in the public’s eye. Something she hadn’t enjoyed at all. She sucked it up and did what she had to in order to give big girls a voice. Rebecca had been harassing her about an interview for her magazine as well. Their last conversation hadn’t gone well. If only Rebecca could see the beauty of Aurora. The gorgeous forest and how clean the air felt. So crisp. Even waking up to two suns had done nothing but add to the charm of the alien planet.

Or at least all that my brain could perceive. Rebecca’s house was rather intimate. She didn't have any pictures up of her family, but she had all kinds of African art on her walls. She liked art as well. That's another thing we have in common. Well, I liked drawing but you get what I mean. The pieces on her wall were put together such as to tell a story. A sad and lonely story. I then looked around and noticed that she had no family photo’s up. Women love having pictures of their family all over, so why didn’t she have any up?

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

she smirked and I shake my head, smiling. "Not funny" She laughed again. "It is. Like it or not. You were worried about a gay guy hitting on me." "You're the only girl I know that can turn a gay man straight, Rebecca," I say to her and her pupils dilate as she leans into me. "Reid has been my friend for years. What'll change now?" "Whatever" I give up on the topic. "My boss...on the other hand is a goof" Becca grinned with mischief. Her boss?