Novel & Cerita Rebecca Novel Review

I smile, trying to be humorous. Rebecca did not relax, however. - Are you sure you don't want to come with me? She insists. - No, I prefer not. I decide by diving back into my notebook. - Good. She whispers before getting back into the shower. Rebecca is a girl with a café-au-lait complexion and is the only girl I talk to. Although for a pastor's daughter, she dresses in an almost Gothic way. She remains decent in general terms and lives with one foot in the church and the other sometimes oscillating towards the secular world....

That wasn’t the first time Jackson had spoken like he expected them to separate. Her chest tightened as she turned back to look at the woods. “Sure. Why not? Let’s invite Mother dearest to this wonderful party,” she said tightly before walking towards the trees. Rebecca came out from behind a tree trunk wearing a different dress, one that looked expensive, but still barefoot. “I don’t want to intrude,” Rebecca said. “I find that hard to believe,” she said. “Where did you get the dress?” Rebecca smoothed down the silk of the silky green summer dress that brought out her eyes even in the dying light. Her mother looked like some sort of ethereal beauty. If those were the changes Brit had seen i

The ride to Rebecca's house was partially smooth-the path which they had taken was rocky. Rebecca looked through the window and had her eyes at the birds that flew to their nest in a tree. "Your grace?" Zita called her attention. Rebecca diverted her eyes from the window to her. They sat opposite each other. "Does my dress look okay? I plan not to embarrass my mistress in front of her family." She asked nervously. Rebecca couldn't help her but chuckled. She found her words amusing. Zita misunderstood the laughter and felt shy that her assumptions were right.

As I closed the drawer, the sound of footsteps outside the room made me pause, and before I could react, the door swung open without warning. Rebecca stepped inside, her eyes moving quickly from me to the suitcase on the bed, and then back to my face, her lips curling into a familiar, mocking smile. “So it’s finally happening,” she said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe, her voice filled with satisfaction. “I was starting to think you would drag this out longer just to be difficult.” I didn’t respond immediately, and instead I turned back to the bed and continued packing, folding another piece of clothing and placing it neatly into the suitcase as if she wasn’t standing

The Nyla in the photos was already strikingly beautiful—so much so that even Rebecca, despite being a woman herself, felt drawn to her. Her intuition had told her that if she didn't return soon, Damon might be taken by Nyla, prompting her return. What Rebecca hadn't anticipated was that Nyla in person was even more captivating than in the photos—fair-skinned, stunningly attractive, with delicate features that commanded attention even while seated quietly. Rebecca took a deep breath, suppressing her rising jealousy, and forced a gentle smile. "Damon, why did you stop? Nathaniel and the others are waiting for us in the private room," she said softly.

Lucian looks at me from the doorway where he has been standing with his phone and the expression of a man deciding whether to argue. He decides not to. Rebecca Hart is not what I built in my head from the outline Sophia gave me weeks ago. I expected someone harder, more angular, the protective older sister as a wall. She is actually slight, dark-haired like Isabella, with the same quality of exhaustion in her face but a different texture to it. Isabella’s exhaustion is the kind that comes from carrying something alone for a long time. Rebecca’s is the kind that comes from watching someone you love carry something and being unable to take it from them.

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I had no idea how to react. How come she knew about it? Who was she? Did I get the internship offer because of her? Fuck there were so many questions running in my head but I didn't have any answer with me currently. . . . #TBC . . Author Note: Any idea who is Rebecca? Do help Oliver to solve his doubt.

I admitted. Earlier she made me feel so strange. All I wanted to do was hold her and kiss her so passionately until I was satisfied. I craved her and not any other woman. Her body, lips, smell, and voice just made me go crazy. I have never seen these in a woman. I admit I had so many girls earlier on but none of them were beautiful like Rebecca, she had her beauty and was also hardworking. All those qualities were in this single lady, and I was going crazy over her.

Rebecca I had never seen a house so grand and magnificent. The moment Collins and I stepped out of his car, I could almost feel the cold breeze of wealth wash over me as my eyes landed on the Hart family mansion. “You look adorable,” he said, admiring me as we stepped out of the car. “Darling, I don't want you to protect me as if I can't speak for myself. This is the first time I'm meeting your entire family.” “How many times are you going to repeat that?”