Rebecca Cyberpunk Pfp Novels & Stories

But I had something far greater than that: a bond that conquered even death itself. I pulled myself up when dawn bled faintly through the cracks of the cave ceiling. It was a sore, pitying affair with each step; however, determination was burning more fiercely than the pain. I tore a strip of cloth from my tattered gown, tying my hair back. The old Nora-the one who obeyed, who feared, who stayed quiet-was gone. I was the rebirth of Luna. Axel's POV Days passed, or was it weeks? Time had no meaning any longer.

She opened her mouth like she was going to speak again, but closed it again as she glanced over my shoulder. Before I could ask her what was wrong, I was stopped by an ice-cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was and when I saw them, I thought, that’s just perfect. Rebecca was standing behind me with a proud and mocking expression. Her made-up lips curled into a wicked smile and her eyeliner looked positively predatory. She was wearing a red blouse and a pair of black shorts. Her knee-high boots had a small heel to them. It wasn’t a very practical outfit for a battle class, I thought.

He was proud. Time to tell them the news. Group chat: Happy campers 🐺 Me: Seb just found his mate Seb's not in the group chat — thank the Goddess. Xander and I talked about adding him after camp, but yeah, not anymore. I have a strong feeling I’ll need a safe space to scream into the void. Brant: Oh wow, who is it? Me: A girl called Rebecca Winter from our pack. Scented her the second he got out of the car.

And then there was my beautiful Rebecca. Rebecca looked just like her mom when Angie was her age. She was a dancer, and kept her body firm and in shape. She was stunningly beautiful, like a Hollywood starlet, but also carried herself in such a way as to almost be the hidden gem in the library...covered up in a too-big sweatshirt and glasses, head in a book. I loved Rebecca with all my heart and was so proud of the woman she was becoming. However, on this trip, seeing her alongside her friends by the pool, she was no longer a hidden gem. She knocked the other two out of the park with the way she could rock her outfits and slips and bikinis. She had a new look each day, each somehow more stunn

His eyes were silver — not gray, not blue, but liquid silver, reflecting the shop’s light. “Sorry, we’re closed,” she said automatically, though her voice lacked conviction. He studied her, head tilted slightly, as if he’d been expecting her refusal. “You’re Ayla Cross.” Her stomach tightened. “Depends who’s asking.” He smiled faintly, though there was no humor in it. “Kian Vale. I need a tattoo.” “Come back tomorrow.” “I can’t.” He took another step forward, and the smell of him — rain, smoke, and something feral — flooded the room. “It has to be tonight.”

"But if you dare touch Sephy, you'll end up worse than this bottle. Get it?" Teary-eyed, she dared not make a sound, only shivering. Morpheus got up and left, resembling a black-clad slayer walking through hell. - The next day, Morpheus' assistant revealed the investigation details. "Indeed, Rebecca is from the Hamerton Group's medical team. She majors in physiology, but there's nothing off about her. She bought the pictures from someone else." "What?" "She bribed a Hamerton maid, as well as Ms. Hammerton's attendant." The assistant placed the documents on the desk.

I slowly turn over to my back, my arm reaching to rest over my eyes. I hear another beep which makes me groan harder. This is the tenth time my phone has beeped. Without opening my eye, I reach for the phone which I keep on the side table. I pick up the phone and see eight notifications from I*******m and two messages from Rebecca. I open Rebecca’s messages, she sent me two pictures, which looks like a screenshot from I*******m. The first picture is of me in the bar holding a bottle of beer and it was captioned "Rachel Moranzino gets drunk with her coworkers" I scoff rolling my eyes. They just had to say that. Scrolling to the second picture, it a photo of me smiling at Alexander. Its captio

"Have we always been friends?" "Well, duh. We've been friends since grade school. Don't tell me you don't remember" "Forget it" Pierce intercepted rain. "I feel bored already... Are we going out or not". "Well, that's all up to Scarlet here," Rain said, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. I glanced at Antonov and he nodded his head. But did I really want to interact with Scarlet's friends, deceiving them when their real friend was already dead... No! I'd accepted to live as Scarlet so I had to be her and do a good job of it too if I ever wanted to get my revenge.

ARTEMY Rebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment.

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.