Rebecca Cuevas Novels & Stories

Rebbeca replied, her naturally haughty expression remains unchanged. “Ah, you're right. I've already applied more blood to the inside of your blazer. If they ask if you're injured, just say you fell on your way here!” "Okay." "I’ve prepared your documents neatly. Your name is Caty Anderson, an orphan girl in desperate need of a job," James coached her. "Fine. I'll try to play the part of the poor girl this time," Rebbeca said. With her usually arrogant and beautiful features masked, she walked up to a vampire carrying documents. The moment she drew near, her expression shifted perfectly.

This was for my mother and brother. And…yes, for myself. I wanted to know more about this mysterious man who now owned me. So, with a deep breath, I touched the intercom button. “rebecca? I’m ready.” Rebecca was a short and slender Hispanic woman with thick black hair tied back in a long braid that was gray at the temples. She wore a simple uniform of black slacks, a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and practical black clogs. She had kind, intelligent brown eyes that looked me over in a thorough assessment.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

" I- I'm okay, Thank you for saving me . I'm Rebecca Levis " Rebecaa gave a curt bow and introduced herself . " Ah sorry ; I'm Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen " Unlike Rebecaa who gave a ladylike bow , Chelsea did a gentle man bow making Rebecca blurt out laughing . " I mean ; oh no wait I will do it correctly "Chelsea tried to redo but Rebecca stopped her " Its alright , your curtsy is right considering the situation after all lady Kaisen saved me like a knight in shining armour " Rebecca chuckled a little joyfully making Cici hide her face in her hands and Chelsea to scratch her head .

There were only four people in the spacious room. Among these four people, Catherine knew everyone except Young Master Zeller. The three people she knew were Cindy, Linda, and… Rebecca. Today, Rebecca was wearing a red maxi dress and dressed much more beautifully than she did three years ago. Her face was still the same at first glance. However, upon a closer look, it was quite different from before. Evidently, she had undergone plastic surgery. Although she looked pretty with a pointed chin, she appeared stiff and relatively unnatural compared to Cindy beside her.

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”

Emara Stone I am so happy, like someone gave me drugs for free. LOL. Just kidding. Maybe not. LOL, no. Haha! Hotty told me to get home safely. The girl, the vagina, the drunk butterflies in me shake like a vibrator. No, like a volcano, an earthquake! I leave his cabin with a big smile on my face from ear to ear, like I got my driving license or my degree. As I don’t have both. I try to do twerking in the office’s corridor that I learned from the YouTube tutorial as I am so happy right now, but then I straighten up as I don’t want to get caught in the cameras. As I was about to leave, the telephone on my table rings.

with the look on your face, i'm sure you're eager to skip the pleasantries. Wake: Of course, Mike... There's no time for that. Host: Right then, tell us about the angel of death. Wake: Right... But before then, there's someone you need to learn about... REBEKAH MECEDA. "Rebekah had come across many villages even before she turned 21. The young woman had been on the road for over four years. She could have settled in either of the villages, but she refused to. She would say she didn't appreciate how this village smelled, and the next town she would say gave her a weird vibe, and she didn't like it. Every person in either of the villages wanted her to stay. Rebekah Maceda was a good "medicine

“Hello everyone.” No one spoke except Dan who stood to help her out of her coat giving her a kiss on the cheek that lingered a little to long. Rebecca looked at everyone in a shock as she saw Jason. “Jason Sanders. It’s nice to know you are actually alive. It helps my case fully with your statement, now Christavo Tate can stop investigating me.” Fairchild sat at the end of the table. Her eyes darted to Antonio. “How’s everything going, Antonio?” Antonio gritted his teeth. “Don’t patronize me, Rebecca.”

She stood in front of the display, carefully studying the floor plans. Unaware that a pair of sharp eyes were watching her from above. On the second floor, Rebecca North leaned against the railing. Her gaze locked onto Bianca like a predator sizing up its prey. Beside her, Bruno Keeling, the deputy director, hovered attentively, eager to please. Rebecca's lips curled into a slow smirk. Who is she? And why is she here? Bruno followed her line of sight, then chuckled. Oh, her? She's a designer from Talton Design.