Rebecca Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted bitch, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit.

It seemed like he wasn’t the one who had been chased for the women in his past life. Rebecca smiled without meaning to. She had never opened up to someone aside from Judith. If she really wanted to start from scratch and live surrounded by the internal past she had been living in, it was time to let go the hard feelings and the painful memories she had in her heart. "When I was experienced this life for the first time, I moved alone just with my son, I wanted a place that had the basic to live. That was when I realized my son couldn’t sleep in the ground if I didn’t want to deal with another problem so I did my best to buy a mattress. Of course I had another problem, there was no one who wan

When Rosalie arrived at Rebecca's place, it was around ten o'clock. Rebecca was lying in bed, wearing her reading glasses and engrossed in a book. Spotting Rosalie, she quickly put down her book and smiled warmly. "Rose, you're here." "Grandma." Rosalie smiled back, sitting beside Rebecca's bed. "What are you reading?" "It's a romance novel," Rebecca replied. Rosalie peeked at the cover out of curiosity. Indeed, it was one of those girly romance novels.

Rebecca deliberately left Catherine’s hair on her comb and the floor of the hotel. The hotel staff had taken Catherine’s hair when Rebecca was not around. Soon, Rebecca would become the daughter of the owner of Soromon Island as well as the sister of the future owner of Neah Bay. By then, destroying Shaun and Catherine would just be as easy as squashing an ant. She just hoped that Sheryl’s memory would never be restored. Matthew took her to the chateau. After a short while, a married couple walked down the stairs. Rebecca had seen Sheryl in the Jones family’s photo. Only when she met Sheryl in person did she realize she looked much better in real life. Sheryl looked mature and charming. Just

She said truthfully and Rebecca hummed. Rebecca is an orphan who doesn't have a home and a background. She made her way into Princess Joanna's garden for shelter. She had always hoped for not being caught there but Luckily, the princess wasn't a cruel and wicked princess like the others she knew off. Despite circumstances that Joanna faced, she was humble and modest to the orphan.They became best friends. ***** Kim Annie I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the previous chapters. This chapter is unedited

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

Rebecca replied with a forced smile. After everyone went to their respective rooms, Rebecca returned to her room. She locked the door carefully and sat at her writing desk. There, she picked up her notebook again and started writing. New plans began forming in her mind, more ingenious and cunning than before. "They might think I've given up, but they're wrong," she determinedly thought. "I will make sure that everything goes according to my plan. They won't know what hit them until it's too late." Rebecca closed her notebook and put it away neatly. She turned off the light and lay on her bed, trying to sleep. However, thoughts of her devious plans kept spinning in her head.

Her mind was a storm jealousy, heartbreak, and rage twisting together until she could hardly breathe. She picked up her phone again, scrolling through Maya’s pictures on social media. There she was, smiling beside Elias, her eyes full of warmth. The sight made Rebecca’s blood boil. “You took everything from me,” she whispered bitterly. “But I’ll make sure you lose it all.” Her phone buzzed suddenly — a message from an unknown number. The text read: “I know things about Maya Denovan. Things the world shouldn’t know. Interested?” Rebecca’s breath caught. She stared at the message for a long time before a small, dangerous smile curved her lips.

“Some people just aren’t meant for family. You’ll find something else.” I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. She wanted me gone. And at this point… So did he. The next morning, the front door slammed shut, and I already knew who it was before I turned. The sharp click of designer heels on hardwood confirmed it. Rebecca. Queen of the Cold War, crowned in pearls and judgment. She was back. She entered like a storm dressed in silk, her luggage dragged behind her by a trembling housekeeper. I straightened instinctively, my pulse hammering like a warning drum in my chest.