Novel & Cerita Rebecca Novel

Y E A R 2009, M O N D R A G O N H O T E L. Rebecca Sebastian is temporarily staying in an exclusive hotel room. She is twenty-four years old and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Literature and is now an excellent writer. She has participated in literary competitions and debates; she is skilled in the field so her parents are proud of her. She's a kind-hearted woman. She puts everyone first before herself and treats them as a priority. Donating to charities became her hobby even during her college days. Rebecca never fails to warm anyone's heart, which is why she is envied and loved at the same time.

I ducked my head and beelined out of the bar and hid like Rose hiding from Cal on the decks of the Carpathia. A sense of relief hit me as soon as I snuck into the back dining room where I was serving my last few remaining tables. I wondered who he was; he seemed familiar. I spied on him from around the corner and saw that Rebecca Scott, an old fremeny from my lacrosse days, had already set the strange man in her sights. Rebecca had always wanted whatever I had, whether it be men or clothes. She was one of those girls who maintained a large circle of guy friends, who she was lowkey trying to hook up with, while stating that girls were too much drama and that’s why she always hung out with guy

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

A FEW HOURS LATER, Hades had been unsettled ever since they arrived at the hotel, and even at the moment when they boarded the private plane bound for Seattle, he still couldn’t get the image of Rebecca out of his head. He couldn’t go wrong with her crisp amber eyes, dark-brown curls, and ivory skin. At the time, Rebecca was donning a dress with floral print sleeves that reached her knees. Even though he tried, he couldn't keep his imagination from running away with his thoughts. Hades temporarily disengaged himself from the real world, only to find himself immersed in a daydream about the evening he had spent with Rebecca. The events of that evening continued to replay in his head, and he c

Naturally, the kidnappers assumed Rebecca, the Johnson family heiress, would behave the same. Alas, they didn't know Rebecca had only reunited with the Johnson family not long ago. She had never lived the lifestyle of a wealthy heiress. Rebecca was also a newcomer to her workplace upon returning to her country. She was a working member of society who stressed out about submitting her design drafts at the end of every month. These past days, she often stayed up late working. It was easier to sketch later at night when things were quiet. Rebecca tended to slack off and have lower productivity during the day. So, she made the most progress at night.

Every corner of the room held memories: the wardrobe where Rebecca used to arrange their clothes, the large mirror she often used while dressing up, even the faint scent of Rebecca’s perfume still lingered. Everything in that room pulled Samuel deeper into longing. He felt utterly alone, even though Sindy kept trying to give him strength. “Reno, Daddy must stay strong for you,” he whispered softly, trying to convince himself. Yet his heart remained fragile, as if his life had lost its meaning without Rebecca by his side. Elsewhere, the contrast was striking. Rebecca—now living in Ellya’s body—was busy in her room. Two large suitcases lay open on the floor, with neatly folded clothes inside.

That wasn’t the first time Jackson had spoken like he expected them to separate. Her chest tightened as she turned back to look at the woods. “Sure. Why not? Let’s invite Mother dearest to this wonderful party,” she said tightly before walking towards the trees. Rebecca came out from behind a tree trunk wearing a different dress, one that looked expensive, but still barefoot. “I don’t want to intrude,” Rebecca said. “I find that hard to believe,” she said. “Where did you get the dress?” Rebecca smoothed down the silk of the silky green summer dress that brought out her eyes even in the dying light. Her mother looked like some sort of ethereal beauty. If those were the changes Brit had seen i

After she completely gave over control of her body to him, what sort of insult would she endure again? Suddenly, she recalled what he had said before claiming her body again. Help me forget her tonight... She laughed sadly. That's it. There was a disclaimer before he claimed her body again. She acted foolishly by failing to consider it. She was so anxious to offer herself to him again that she didn't even listen to what he said. She was just a rebound! A Rebound bride! A Rebound wife! She was only an option. "Yaz?" He appeared to be very concerned about avoiding an unplanned pregnancy that evening.

Physically and verbally becoming more aggressive, he started to accuse Rebecca of being the cause of his problems and failures. Rebecca tried to stay strong and focus on finding a way out, but the constant verbal abuse and isolation were taking a toll on her. She felt trapped and hopeless, wondering if she would ever be able to escape. One day, when John was away on business, Rebecca managed to find a way to pick the lock on her door. She quietly made her way through the house, careful not to make any noise, and found the front door was unlocked. Rebecca hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a trap, but she knew she had to take the chance. She slipped out of the house and started to ru

The first thing I want to notice is how much she tastes like cotton candy. I want to stare into her deep brown eyes as I cup her cheek, I will see them slowly turn red. This woman that has so much power over me will be like jelly in my hands. I will smile at her before I slowly lean into her. My hand will shake slightly; my mind will repeating the same sentence over and over. I feel like I am going to explode. I will desperately want to claim those lips. …Becca POV…