Rebecca Novel Review Novels & Stories

Rebecca took off her sneakers and allowed her feet to sink into the white fluffy carpet. This feels good! she felt like a little school girl again. She dropped her backpack and headed straight to the adjoining TV room, but there was no one there. Instead, jazz music could be heard over the stereo system, making her wanting to break into a slow dance. She was giddy with excitement. Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca Grey! You need to talk some sense to William about the cover-up and ask him about the rose, she smacked her head, willing herself to be more sensible. She hated feeling like a fish out of water.

I said as Ava nodded and turned her back against me. I stared back at the tablet, my gaze darkening as the image of Rebecca shifted, her tear-streaked face from last night flashing in its place. No wonder she had looked familiar. I just hadn’t paid her any real attention before. But now that she had caught my interest… I’d make sure she was mine.

She would read more of Rebecca's writings to find out what happened to her sister first. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and tenth pages still tell the same thing. It made Blakely's stomach churn and she felt nauseous. How her sister had described Nickson as a very exaggerated figure. She thought of Nickson like Romeo. In another of her writings, she described Nickson as the most handsome angel she had ever met. And then Rebecca thought of Nickson as a prince on a white horse. Everything about Nickson is well described and with good implications. Rebecca was very different from her who had always seen Nickson as a cruel man who liked to manipulate other people. Maybe it was because they had very d

She was going to do her job, and she was going to do it perfectly—no matter how much her body screamed at her to throw the notebook aside and step into his arms. As they moved past the ancestral gallery and into a wider, torch-lit corridor, the scale of the manor seemed to grow even more imposing. The rhythmic clicking of Rebecca's boots echoed off the vaulted ceilings, a sharp contrast to Lucian’s entirely silent stride. Desperate to keep her mind anchored in her duties, she kept her notebook open, her charcoal pencil poised.

Being there really did change my mood. Rebecca and I wandered the shelves for hours until I had selected a few books to read. The entire time, she made jokes about the romances I selected, while I tried to convince her they were beautiful stories. As the sun began to set off in the distance, I enjoyed the cool breeze that was drifting in through the window. It was a welcome relief to have the fresh air upon my skin. I still longed for the outside, but I had gotten used to Grey's rules ..

Rebecca took off her robe and was completely naked in front of him, his eyes peaked when he saw her, her robust breast with hard nipples, her perfect shape and he could see the front of her wet folds. Rebecca had always had the perfect shape among all of the women he had. Her body was what attracted him to her in the first place making her the first woman he kept as his mistress. She walked closer to him and zipped down his pants. "It will all go away" she said to him and sucked the life out of him.

Every corner of the room held memories: the wardrobe where Rebecca used to arrange their clothes, the large mirror she often used while dressing up, even the faint scent of Rebecca’s perfume still lingered. Everything in that room pulled Samuel deeper into longing. He felt utterly alone, even though Sindy kept trying to give him strength. “Reno, Daddy must stay strong for you,” he whispered softly, trying to convince himself. Yet his heart remained fragile, as if his life had lost its meaning without Rebecca by his side. Elsewhere, the contrast was striking. Rebecca—now living in Ellya’s body—was busy in her room. Two large suitcases lay open on the floor, with neatly folded clothes inside.

Rebecca was disappointed as she immediately left the room. "Roselle?" Rebecca entered Roselle's room. The girl who was busy reading a novel halted. "What's with the gloomy face?" Roselle sat up, throwing the book to a corner at her bed. Sighting Rebecca, she could tell that something was wrong even if it wasn't serious.

I focused my attention back on the novel and leaned back on the couch to make myself comfortable. As I kept on reading about Rebecca’s innocence in her early days of marriage I couldn’t help but feel bad about her. She really did love her husband. I remember reading about all the criticism the writer once faced when she wrote this book. Many people pointed out Rebecca as a weak naïve stupid girl whereas in reality she was only blindly devoted to Maxim. I often refrained from reading classic English literature. Most of them were too depressing for my taste and already depressed self. That’s why I loved modern romance books. They were more interesting and focused on reality more.