Novel & Cerita Rebecca Novel

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was deafening. Bradley slumped onto the edge of the bed, staring at the picture of Rebecca once more. " Rebecca ,Where are you, you are important to me, I need you to survive, come home is yours?" he thought desperately. "Are you even alive"He felt like he was spiraling into an abyss of hopelessness, " if you are alive the mansion is yours" ***

Scarlett The packhouse cells were filled with a chilling silence as I made my way back to Rebecca’s cell. My steps were deliberate, my intentions clear and focused. Finn’s protective instincts had been subdued, but my desire for revenge was sharp and exact. I unlocked the cell door with deliberate movements. Rebecca’s screams echoed off the cold, unyielding walls of her cell, creating a symphony of anguish in my ears. She was shackled to a chair in the center of the damp room, her frail body trembling. Her once haughty demeanor had vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered fear. It was a poetic sight to see the predator become the prey.

* 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.

Will I be able to stand the truth? Rebecca and I have been good friends since we were just kids and I don't want to ruin that by doing this. Part of me clearly did not want to do this but my inquisitive side wanted so badly to know why her character was changing. Rebecca has stopped behaving like Rebecca and has started behaving like...well me. Rebecca of old was mellow,a push over,quite,and very shy. But Rebecca of now is feisty,smart and very bold. It's almost as if they are two people who has been living in that body.

Elias barely slept that night. His mind kept replaying every filthy second; Rebecca bent over her kitchen island, moaning like a whore while he pumped her full of cum. By morning his cock was aching again, leaking into his boxers every time he thought about her soaked pussy and dripping his load down on the floor. He waited until early afternoon, heart hammering, then slipped next door when he saw her husband’s car still missing from the driveway. Rebecca opened the door wearing a short silk robe that barely covered her ass. Her eyes were dark 'n hungry and high . “Get inside before someone sees you,” she whispered, pulling him in by the front of his hoodie.

“…If she gets close to me by chance, I’ll be force to separate you from her.” He threatened his wife. “If we aren’t welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from.” She replied boldly. “And you think I’ll allow you to go that easily?…You’re my wife and whatever I say stands. Don’t think you can get away from me easily.” ******************************************* Rebecca’s only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with anoth

So now, why am I the one on my knees? This doesn’t make any fucking sense. Who is Rebecca? Did I ever know her at all? Her soft whistling sent a wave of shiver down my spine, my knees grinding against the floor, and I cupped my fists together. Her head tilted, and her smirk widened... I never knew she could ever look so... hot. “I’m listening... I don’t like people keeping me waiting.” I could not believe Rebecca really planned on humiliating me because she was pissed off that I was with Anna.

And then there was my beautiful Rebecca. Rebecca looked just like her mom when Angie was her age. She was a dancer, and kept her body firm and in shape. She was stunningly beautiful, like a Hollywood starlet, but also carried herself in such a way as to almost be the hidden gem in the library...covered up in a too-big sweatshirt and glasses, head in a book. I loved Rebecca with all my heart and was so proud of the woman she was becoming. However, on this trip, seeing her alongside her friends by the pool, she was no longer a hidden gem. She knocked the other two out of the park with the way she could rock her outfits and slips and bikinis. She had a new look each day, each somehow more stunn

But I walked through the palace gates with Ashford at my side and felt nothing. Not joy. Not triumph. Only the same cold weight pressing into my ribs. It was a night of triumph, gilded and guarded. I expected the Queen’s stare, the press of duty at every turn. What I did not expect was her. Rebecca. Her hair was longer now, loosed like flame in the candlelight. She wore blue, simple among the velvet and silks, but to me she might as well have been wrapped in stars. Rebecca stood at the edge of the ballroom, eyes wide, clutching a goblet like it might anchor her to the floor.