Novelas y relatos de Rebecca Hawkins

I got into my car and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. But I didn’t move. Rebecca’s confused face haunted me. Those empty eyes. The way she had looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I meant nothing. This was my fault. Dr Felix was right. Being with a loved one was the fastest way for Rebecca to regain her memories. But what that meant… …was that Fiona and Derrick would be way ahead of the game by the time she became more of herself again. And that was bad.

I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me. I was given a microphone to deliver a speech and I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Good evening, everyone... I’m Rayne Mae Carson. Never have I ever imagined in my entire life that I would be in this position that I’m in right now and for it, I’m grateful. I hope that I would be able to meet your expectations. I will do whatever it takes me to serve the people of this empire and I hope that I would not let anybody down. I will serve and protect this empire along with our great Emperor, Adrian Harlow. This place has always been and will always be my home and I will happily do anything to keep it safe. Thank you for a

I agreed I didn’t mind the more the merrier. “This is one of the worst bachelorettes I’ve been to.” Rebecca says rolling her eyes. “Well, if I remember correctly, you did get married at a bachelorette party. I don’t Justin trusts a drunk you. And let’s not forget there are three of us with a bun in the oven…” Jessica taunts. Rebecca shuts her trap soon after. It’s crazy that Rebecca is a Hollywood actor. She’s so down to earth. She’s so cool. I’m kind of in awe whenever I see her. She’s one of the best but after she got pregnant, she gave up acting.

Rebecca smiled at Sonya's pathetic condition. “Tsk, hurry up and open the door, don't take too long. Bob will get suspicious.” “Ok.” Rebecca hurried to open the door. She was stunned. A handsome young man stood up and looked at her in confusion. “Good evening, you're Bob, right?” asked Rebbeca with a very sweet smile. “Right, you're...” “I'm Rebbeca Jones, who sent the message earlier.” “Oh, well, Miss Jones, thank you for accompanying my sister, how is she now?”

"If anything else comes up, you have my number. Thanks, Bill." He weakly shook my hand, and I left him sitting at the table. I had the extra push to get two of the witnesses to testify against MID, and the others were squeaky clean, so I'd have to find a different way to get through to them. I needed to get back to my house to change my clothes before I headed off for my next meeting with Ms. Rebecca Morgan, an MID corporate executive. *** Rebecca sat down opposite me and crossed her legs. Her rich, auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her exquisite face. She exuded sex appeal from her every pore, and she wore the most exquisite designer clothes that money could buy.

"Do you really think she'll come back?" "What are you saying?" Morpheus was taken aback, and his mind suddenly went blank. "I'm part of the Hamerton Group's medical team. When it comes to Hamerton's affairs, I might know more than you," Rebecca said, looking at him. "Mr. and Mrs. Hamerton won't let Ms. Hamerton come back! She's not just studying in Southeast Aciatic, but she's also going to work there, becoming the Southeast Aciatic royalty's exclusive designer.

Ava got angry fast, pointing at the woman, she scolded, “Listen, bitch. I don’t know how you got into my shopping cart wish list online, but I don’t appreciate you spying on me.” Rebecca looked up at her as if completely unaffected by her rants. Batting her lashes with an almost eerily fake smile, she slowly clasped her hands in front of her like a schoolteacher addressing an unruly classroom. “It’s my job, dear; to make the guest’s romantic and sexual fantasies a reality. Mr. Halifax made you one of his very special projects and I’m in charge of your needs. You’ll become a true success story. You’ve already planned the evening with your compatible mate, so you did half the work for us.”

“My God. Hudson actually knows the Hills!” “...” Amid the public’s discussion, the passenger door was opened. Dressed in a red gown, Rebecca walked out of the car alluringly while hooking her arm through Willie’s. A buzz was heard from the crowd again. “Who’s she?” “Rebecca, the daughter of Jeffery who’s the director of Hudson.” “Damn. She’s actually in a relationship with Willie. She’s trying to turn from a peasant into a princess, huh?” “Now that she’s related to the Hill family, the Harrison family will need to treat her courteously.”

A man who was tired of hearing his girlfriend's enthusiasm for celebrities. Perhaps, that desire had not wholly disappeared. It was about joining in the glittering of the entertainment world. Oh, Rebecca used to be on several movie projects. With a well-proportioned body and a familiar face of a Latina woman—her mother is from Brazil—she got there even though she couldn't get the primary roles. She only got small scenes. But it didn't take long for her best friend to quit after realizing the fierce competition in that world.

She only felt grateful for all the days Desmond and Helia had spent helping her recover and retrain. "I'm going up," she said firmly, her eyes glittering. Lauren teared up, clamping a hand over her mouth and nodding vigorously. Rebecca wasn't walking toward the rehearsal room or the rehab studio. This was a real stage—the one she had been torn away from five years ago. She was limping, and Helia reached out to help. She only waved it off, moving straight toward the center of the stage.