Rebecca Novel Novels & Stories

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

“Though she did tease me.” “She teased you worse when you tried to invent a way for the mannequin to drive us to school.” ~ Trey set down the magazine, blinked, then began again at the start. He was so amazed by what he learned that he went through it twice. This was extraordinary. Rebecca’s childhood read like a Dickens novel. Mother dies. Father abandons family. Teenage daughter raises brothers while keeping father’s absence secret. No wonder she was uptight. She’d spent a good portion of her life looking over her shoulder.

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.

She said before hanging up without waiting for Charlotte’s reply. Rebecca immediately put on a black hoodie, a face cap, and black glasses, making her look mysterious as she set out to look for Derek. Since Derek wasn’t picking up his phone and she had no idea where he might be, she decided to go to his favorite café where they had initially seen him. Rebecca arrived at the café and took a seat at a corner table, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Derek. She ordered a coffee and tried to calm her racing thoughts. As she sipped her coffee, Rebecca noticed a man at the counter glancing at her. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes—not Derek, but something about him seemed

Rebecca's face turned crimson with his naughty smile. "Crysler, please." She yelled. He laughed loudly and then let her go. Rebecca came back into the room with a thumping heart. 'I have so many works to do.' She reminded herself. Rebecca took her clothes and then move out of the room. She came into Julie's room, he is asleep. She showered in her bathroom and dried her body off then wear her dress. She selected an elite colour palazzo pants with a baby pink full-sleeve shirt. She tugged her shirt into her pant. She tightened it with a pink belt around her palazzo pant. She put on little pearly earnings in her ears. Rebecca did a natural make-up look, she put on high heels that were matching

The darkening night did not make Rebecca close her eyes quickly, she was waiting for news from her subordinates. The middle-aged woman stood at the lip of the window with her gaze far ahead at the darkness of the pine forest. "Where are you, my daughter, even your scent is beyond my reach," Rebecca murmured. Rebecca continued to widen her vision and sense of smell. Feeling less free, she quickly jumped onto the roof tiles. Her head moved to the right and left with her nose flaring to breathe in the blowing air.

She responded, avoiding his gaze. “Rebecca you and I know that's not the truth. Now that I know about things like this, I believe anything is possible Rebecca so please, tell me the truth. Who are you?” Vincent asked. Rebecca fiddled with her fingers, unsure whether to tell him the truth or lie. She had a sudden regret about going to home. She should have stayed with Tyler, but she knew her secret would be revealed one day. Could she rely on Vincent to keep her secret safe? "I... I'm not sure what you're asking. I'm Rebecca Antlas, daughter of Mathew Antlas. I'm a half-bred wolf. That's just who I am." Rebecca stood up from her bed. "I don't know what you were thinking by coming here, but yo

The cold steel of the gate between them seemed to highlight the invisible wall he was desperate to keep intact. The woman’s eyes, eerily similar to Lilian's, darted to Yvonne before locking onto Micheal with a haunting intensity. She seemed desperate, words catching in her throat as fresh tears fell. “Please, Micheal,” she said, her voice trembling, “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just—I need you to listen.” “I don’t even know who you are,” he snapped, his tone colder now. “I’m Rebecca,” she said, her voice breaking. “We... encountered five years ago. At your grandmother’s birthday.”

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

MAX Rebecca's new place was nothing like what she'd described. When she told me she’d moved, I expected another low-key downtown apartment. Something like the shabby home her boyfriend had nearly pummeled me to death in. Well, ex-boyfriend now. But this… …This was a little over the top. The engine of my bike purred to a halt in front of her gates, and the automatic bars slid open before I'd even done a thing. A sprawling mansion came into focus a couple meters away, lit up by a small garden in front and a clear pool a breath away.