Novel & Cerita Rebecca Penrose

In a swift move, Rebecca snatched the pen and pointed it back like it was a knife. "Stay back!" She made her voice sound more...real. More scary. Whether it worked or not, she couldn't tell. "Or else," Chase said in a relaxed tone. "Please Miss Summer, you're outnumbered and I don't think there's much a quill pen can do against us." Rebecca nodded, seeing sense in his statement. But she was not ready to give up. "Or else, I'll use this on me. I'll pierce it right through my neck and--"

Two weeks seemed long enough. Each day's set of moments contained an electric storm that brought Rose to the edge of her seat. She went through a wide range of emotions. Some were influenced by Theo's departure, others by a minor procedure that Rose had to undergo with Travis and Penelope, Travis' colleague. However, a different specialist or one Rose didn't know about... Penelope is a gynecologist. A doctor who specializes in the science of bodily functions and diseases specific to women.

Clearly he hasn't changed one bit. Mason braced a hand on his hip."I can explain, this isn't what it looks like." I turned my back to him and walked into the bedroom. Penelope was still resting peacefully in her new stroller that Mason had bought a day earlier. When I walked back out of the room with baby in arms, the blonde woman had gone. Mason was walking back from the door of the hotel suite."That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time."

“Her manager is training her for now. She should be doing well. What’s up?” “It’s nothing. I just hope that you’ll pay more attention to her. After all, she is one of the rare friends I have.” They had arrived at Sam’s house. Rebecca got out of the car with the flowers. Penny was a princess who refused to be pampered and was brave enough to speak on behalf of someone else. Penny was someone worth befriending, and Rebecca wanted her to live happily. Sam parked the car. Nothing seemed amiss about him. “Every celebrity signed under my company will be taken care of without you having to remind us.”

Rebecca on the other hand works at a publishing company and money isn’t a problem for her as she has inherited lots of money after the death of her foster parents. I quickly took my bath and wore a pencil black skirt that almost reached my knee and a white button-up shirt. I used the stretcher to straighten my hair, I applied mascara, lipstick, a touch of eyeliner, and eyeshadow. I stomped on my heels and head out of the room. "Wish me luck" I shout so Rebecca could hear me "Don’t forget your credentials" She says

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.

he continued, looking at Rebecca. “I’m Rebecca Holland, Mr. Stone’s partner for the evening. Nice to meet you, Mr...” she intervened in a determined voice. “Spencer Collins, director and writer!” It was like I didn’t exist anymore. The truth was Rebecca was beautiful, and I took that risk when I invited her. And since all the attention was on her, I had to go with that. And even be proud of it. “Please come to my table. There we can talk better. And it’s right next to the stage. I’m sure the gentleman here will win in all categories.”

Rebecca's POV Lady Kalali thrust a jeweled finger toward me, her voice slicing the silence. “Her. Rebecca Rosewyn. Isabelle Rosewyn’s daughter, the Crown’s old potion maker. She runs her own shop now, doesn’t she? Of course she would know how to brew something forbidden.” A gasp rippled through the crowd. People recoiled, pressing closer to glimpse the scandal. Heat prickled under my skin. My entire body felt like it might collapse.

"But I'm going out with Morpheus. Dressing like this..." "Mr. Orton will like it." Rebecca smirked. "You forgot, I was a psychologist before. I understand people's psychology very well." "Is that so?" Persephone paused for a moment, then chuckled. "You may understand psychology, but you might not necessarily understand Morpheus." Rebecca was taken aback. Persephone's gaze held a deeper meaning as she took the dress from her hands, casually saying, "But your taste is good. I really like this dress.

So, she just focused on her goal. "Rebecca was unable to see the person who pushed her, but she doesn't care about it. She knows she can still win the race." After running back, she crossed two people. One is Zach, the other one is a she-wolf, her name is Penelope. As her father said, she is the fastest, and he was right, she was the first one to cross the finish line. A proud look came upon her face. The other two also reached the finish line. Zach came in second place and Penelope in this... Rebecca can see it in her eyes. She is mad about something. All of them waited until everyone arrived.