Rebecca Novel Review Novels & Stories

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

Or at least all that my brain could perceive. Rebecca’s house was rather intimate. She didn't have any pictures up of her family, but she had all kinds of African art on her walls. She liked art as well. That's another thing we have in common. Well, I liked drawing but you get what I mean. The pieces on her wall were put together such as to tell a story. A sad and lonely story. I then looked around and noticed that she had no family photo’s up. Women love having pictures of their family all over, so why didn’t she have any up?

Only I hadn’t studied it, and now I was going to be punished. But when I got home, I saw Rebecca sitting by the pool, sunbathing. I felt my heart leap out of my chest. With a gasp, I took a step back, but then realized she couldn’t see me. She could smell me, though. I allowed myself to admire this goddess from where I was standing. Even as she laid back in that chair, I could look at her perfect curves, her inviting, sinfully shaped breasts tucked into her feminine floral bra, and a perfect alluring view from the cleavage to the bikini line that disappeared into a sweet, warm place. My mind, and my thoughts, all went wild. I felt like I was running out of air.

She left right after that encounter. She's weird and she didn't even mind knowing me or my name at all. I'll surely remember her face if I will see her again. I am already looking forward for it. -- Rebecca's POV The house is a two-story studio type. It is situated in front of the many trees. I can say, we're a bit nearing the forest already. Our house is five minutes away from the main road which is a bit quiet. It's creepier since I am all alone in our house. It has two rooms on the upper part and there is a single room on the lower ground, near the kitchen. We have a simple sofa with fewer appliances. I've never felt so empty now that I can't feel any presence moving to and pro in the kit

"Isn't there, Nicholas?" I could only nod, completely out of my depth. Rebecca took a step into the room, her eyes locked on her mother. The rebellious daughter was gone. In her place was a fascinated, eager follower. "Did he... was he good?" Mrs. Charleston laughed, a low, throaty sound." "Ask him yourself. He's right here." Rebecca looked at me, her earlier defiance replaced by a new, profound curiosity. "Well?" "It was.." I searched for a word that wouldn't get me killed. "Intense."

* I didn’t stay more than a day in that city and left for Manaus the very next day, leaving everything behind to start everything fresh and with a new beginning. . #TBC . How was the part? Want to read Rebecca’s and Oliver’s story? Then you can prefer ‘HER CHOSEN MATE’. This story can also be read stand-alone so, ignore reading the other story if you don’t want to.

It seemed like he was going crazy. After all Rebecca was even more beautiful and feminist than she thought. It was truth he felt attracted by many women and in those groups he could simply describe them as the mischievous girl, the capricious woman, the beautiful but silly girl, the women who thought their beauty could buy the most expensive bracelets… Alexander was tired of that until he found Rebecca. She seemed not to have any flaw. Maybe he was dreaming so much about her. Rebecca was like other human being, with strength and weaknesses but the truth was he hadn’t found any weaknesses, just strengths.

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

It left her feeling horrible about herself. "Thanks for the warning, but what should I expect?" Hope against hope that Ben could circumvent the long search and reading ahead of her. Rebecca perched on a metal shelving rack in the small storage room. Things like this baffled her. Who spent this much time and effort minding the business of a fictional character?

Rebecca stared at her intensively while Charlotte became uncomfortable with the gaze. "How did you guys meet?" she asked "We met at a bar." Rebecca kept staring at Charlotte with a cold expression before uttering, "It's shocking you have an interest in someone like this, someone like this caliber!" Her eyes said it all, full of disgust while she surveyed Charlotte round. Charlotte and Rebecca were just too ironic. Rebecca was classy; Charlotte was simple. Rebecca studied at the best university in the world, while Charlotte studied at an average university. Rebecca's breast and cleavage were showing, while, of course, Charlotte was perfectly dressed.