Rebecca Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Mrs Rose didn't want to stop her daughter because of what she said earlier about staying alone to find the right man, that was the exact same thing a friend had told her, so she needed to give her daughter some space, she had held her too tight while growing up and it probably affected her too much. Rebecca got to Browny Hotel in the evening, she paid with her card and got in, she needed to rest, she just couldn't help the hurt from her head, she needed to rest so much that she didn't even lock the door she just slummed on the bed and dozed off. As she slept she had a dream, she saw her friends and her parents, her dad was there and they were beautifully dressed, she stood up to look at her

Nothing she could not handle. As the wind started to pick up, Rebecca found herself standing in front of an old, dilapidated building, tucked in the corner of a desolated street. The road leading up to the building was littered with rubbish and newspapers, and a greyish stained dumpster next to the entrance of the building reeked of urine; on the walls were graffitis of nude women and obscene words. Rebecca coughed again and pulled her backpack closer to her chest, wishing she had changed into something warmer. Her thin chequered blouse and khaki shorts were not doing anything to keep her warm.

Rebecca forgets about her miserable condition while Julia told her about her new life after she left the old school. Julia's life is just like any normal girl's. She comes from a happy family. She has many friends in her school and college. Now she's working as an intern in one of the biggest private sector companies. On the other side, Rebecca doesn't have many things to share about. After her mom died, everything is just like a bad dream. ……. The next morning, Rebecca woke up late. By then Julia had already left for her job and put a small note on the table for her which is just beside the bed.

before his eyes closed, and the room fell into an eerie stillness. Rebecca sat there, lost in guilt and grief, grappling with the unintended consequences of her actions. Her gown was covered in blood as she stared into space, her mind filling with the guilt of what she had just done Rebecca's trembling hands carefully wrote out the suicide note she hoped it looked convincing. As she placed the note by Dr. Harrington's lifeless form, she let out a convincing scream, drawing the attention of those nearby. Panic painted her face as they all rushed in to see what was wrong

Now, that's a question that did not answer up until now. (Adapted from The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins, first edition) *~*~*~*~* Lady Rebecca Davis, or also known as Becca by her friends and families, closed the book that she was currently reading about the history of her home country, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins. The author was anonymous but the book was published for public usage as she did remember reading it when she was being tutored by one of the greatest minds on the island.

he said again, his voice quieter this time, full of hope that his mother would listen to him. However, Rebecca stood her ground. She could no longer bear the pain that was so deep in her heart. They continued walking until they finally arrived in front of the large gate of the magnificent Winterblood palace. Usually, the sight of this palace gave Rebecca a feeling of comfort, but now all she felt was emptiness. Everything felt foreign and cold, as if the world she once knew had changed forever. Upon entering her room, Rebecca immediately opened the large closet full of clothes. Without thinking, she began to put her clothes into a large suitcase, her movements quick and rough. The rustling s

"And you're his wife. I'm not playing with my life. I'm not a cat, I only have one life." "Aren't you like married?" I asked sipping my drink. Rebecca was a beautiful woman. She had long black overflowing hair that went all the way to her waist. Today, she packed the front part in a small bun and let the backflow down. She had grey eyes just like her mother with a round face and a nose that was neither too small nor too big. Freckles splattered over her nose giving her face a hint of black dots. "I did. He died a few years ago."

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?”

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.