Rebecca Penrose Novels & Stories

“It was her last known address before her accident.” “But that’s not all,” Pennet adds grimly, appearing beside me in the doorway. His voice pulls everyone’s attention. “Sergeant… we’ve been played.” The words land like a physical weight. “Rebecca is negotiating a deal,” he continues. “But she’s also an accomplice in the murder of Nicholas Peterson. The medical examiner confirmed it. Peterson was tortured for a month prior to his pursuit of Olivia. The injuries—the restraint marks, the tool impressions—they were all consistent with left-hand dominance.”

“You okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’ve been staring at that paragraph for ten minutes.” I smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” “About him?” she asked carefully. “About both of them,” I admitted. She sighed but didn’t push. We’d had this conversation too many times. It wasn’t until later, when the sun dipped behind the buildings, that Jessy gasped and pointed at the TV. “Oh my god, Haven—look!” The news anchor’s voice filled the room: “…and rising author Haven Thorne’s debut novel, The Glass Garden, continues to top charts nationwide…”

"Meet my new secretary, Miss Melrose Adante. She was recommended by Avery to be her replacement. My cousin just resigned last week to go back to London." "This is my wife, Yazmin, and my son, Gazer," said Sean, smiling. Her husband's new secretary even shook her hand, saying, "Oh, hi! We finally meet." Why didn't Sean open up that he has a new secretary? A young secretary who is extremely attractive and seductive? Why didn't he choose a more experienced and effective secretary like Mrs. Nieves? The woman's flat stomach caught her attention, as did her proud breasts, that were not hidden by the blazer she was wearing. She bent down and looked at her big belly. Then a word echoed inside her he

", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame. "We still haven't found any evidences against that Mafia. But we need to save Rosaline from that inhumane freak as soon as possible. I am really scared for her" Introduction: Rebecca Wills -Better known as the 'Relentless Rebecca" -23 years old -Agent 005 -Childhood friend of Rosaline Leon tried to alleviate the pain of his disheartened colleague. He knows how much she is worried about her friend. "He won't hurt Rosaline, Rebecca. We all know how much Xavier loves her and how much-"

She was wearing a simple candle, but nothing looked simple about that, too. This made her more appealing to me. The ambiguity of her identity crafted an unknown yearning inside my heart, and I was ready to do anything for her. She took a slow, deep breath of air with her eyes closed and opened her mouth to let the air pass away. She smiled when another woman came out of the restaurant. They linked their hands and went in the direction where only one car was parking. I knew this new woman. Penelope Gibson is the owner of this place and the only daughter of a multi-millionaire hotelier, Patrick Gibson.

"For the record, Marvin knew you a lot. I have been telling more of you to him." "He's the cousin of our classmate Penny, right? If I am not mistaken?" "Yeabsolutely! That's him. And he's hitting on me." "Wow," Rebecca chuckled as she looked at her best friend as if she couldn't believe it herself. “What kind of reaction is that? Of course she’s doing it. Aren’t you not convinced of this confession coming from me?” “Well,” Rebecca grinned that Sheira poked her arm. She laughed at her best friend even more.

As she spoke, she hinted at Rebecca. Rebecca immediately placed the cake on the coffee table. She lowered her head, looking like a sweet-tempered daughter from a humble family. “Penelope, happy birthday! This is my first time baking a cake. I hope you’ll like it.” Douglas spoke, “You’re so kind, Rebecca. Since you’re here for the celebration, you should just stay for dinner.” Penelope looked at her father. She knew her father liked Rebecca and hoped that she would become his daughter-in-law, but Penelope just did not think that Rebecca was suitable for Simon.

"Ten minutes. If you are not out by then I am coming in." I walked into the room. It smelled like flowers. That smell reminded me of my funeral. My heart skipped a beat. I kept walking. Ten women were sitting around a table. At the head sat Lis Brad. She looked very rich in a suit. Stacy was there too. She was sitting at the end and looked nervous. "Vivian you actually came " Lis Brad said. The other women went silent. They were watching me like hawks. "We were just talking about the archives. It must be so quiet and lonely there she said."

As she scrolled down, she saw a comment. [There are only two people who fit the criteria of the president according to the description. One is Abigail Grace and Rebecca Tylor.] the comment said. And this comment gave and idea to all their problems. Rebecca… Yes! Rebecca is the answer for everything. —--------- Author’s notes: Why do you think Rebecca is the answer for their problems? If she is why? Let me know your thoughts in comments!