Rebecca Cyberpunk Pfp Novels & Stories

"Get him. I will ask for payment myself." Extra: Reynolds: What am I? Who am I? Please, spare a glance at this side character! Alexis: Oh, honey~~~

i looked at my reflection in the mirror twice my height in my bedroom. It's a dashing red, a little below the knee bodycon tube gown. It was so tight almost like my second skin, revealing my enormous ass and moderately sized tits. I turned around to see the back, Rebecca made my hair into a ponytail revealing the green butterfly tattoo-which means freedom- beneath my right ear. "Happy to see you finally admit you want to fuck your former best friend. And no, it is not overboard, it does scream sex though, which I fancy, you're wearing this and that's final!" she yelled again.

"What are you thinking this hard?" "Nothing.", I muttered, but she gave me 'I'm not going to buy your lie,' a look on which I sighed before speaking. "About an animal who has a pair of almond eyes and the color of one eye is golden while the color of the other eyes is red.", I lied immediately as the color of Rebecca's face drained. "I know you are going to tell me that this is not possible and all those lectures, but I really saw those eyes." . #TBC

“You know, I don’t know if you know the meaning of hospitality and being grateful. As time passes by, you look like a parasite to me. A toxic person who is full of himself—” “Stop right there. Who are you to judge me?” “I am Rebecca Fuentes, your highness,” I said sarcastically. My eyes narrowed as he stiffened. What’s his problem? He moves closer to where I’m standing. “What did you say?” he asked. I raised my left eyebrow. “What?” “You called me your highness?” I don’t know why he’s acting weird. “What’s wrong with that?” I said and laughed. “Don’t tell me you have a problem with it?”

he murmured. She rose, trembling, every bone in her body screaming against it. Her knees wobbled. Her breath caught. She wanted to spit in Fiona’s face, to scream at Derrick, to claw free and bolt—but Ryan’s hand anchored her, guiding her into the open. Fiona’s eyes glittered when she saw her. “There she is,” she sang. Rebecca felt naked under her stare, like every secret she held was plastered across her skin. “Do it,” Fiona said, thrusting the kit toward her.

I don’t care. The only other person in her pictures is a red headed girl with a babyface who is tagged as Rebecca. Other than that, she has only pictures of books and coffee and plants and other artsy stuff. I go check her tagged photos and the first one is of her in a black dress with the blond girl she seems to always be with. According to her i*******m, her name is Stella.

Right now, he was at least a little bit easier to approach. So, I took a deep breath and smiled politely as the tall, broad-shouldered man in front of us inclined his head. His Luna stood beside him, as elegant and composed as I remembered. Her sharp eyes were already assessing me and I could already see curiosity and a little bit of interest in her eyes. “I’ve heard of you,” Alpha Roderick said, “Aren’t you the Moonshade trader?” That almost made me laugh. When I started my business, I never knew it would reach the ears of alphas on the other side of the country. It was a good thing though, so I just smiled and answered,

They are so cruel and ruthless when it comes to making the enemies fall into their charms, and then leave them behind, afterward! "Rebecca is boldly beautiful! If I were her husband, I would never let her sleep at night!" One of his perverted friends said maliciously while looking at the most rebellious and wild woman in the De Vera clan. Rebecca De Vera. His friends laughed, and he just grinned. It's true. Rebecca De Vera has been known to be a rebel, wild, and boldest among the De Vera girls of their generation, especially when she was still in her teenage years. She only changed a bit now that she got married.

He looked at Rebecca with a strange expression. Rebecca was confused and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked while smiling, "Are you the celebrity, Rebecca Vincent?" As he smiled, he revealed his yellow teeth. Rebecca nodded. She didn't have any makeup on, and looked a little different from when she did have makeup on. However, it was easy to find a picture of her with a bare face on the Internet. After all, many people knew that she'd been sentenced. There was no need to hide it.

"This is my signature." Then I turned toward Leo, who immediately understood. He raised a tablet for everyone to see. On the screen was a photo: a younger me, face still carrying a hint of innocence, sitting in front of an easel. The painting behind me? The same one now under dispute. I was smiling brightly at the camera. The proof was undeniable. Nobody could refute it." Oh my god, she's Rebecca!" "The mysterious genius artist Rebecca is actually the former Luna of the Blackwood Pack?"