Rebecca Quinn: Books Novels & Stories

" Okay, sis Vic. Am glad you were inspired by this. " " It's my pleasure... I think I need to work on my spiritual growth more. " " You should... I also recommend you read the books written by Doctor Rebecca Brown. They are pretty inspiring. " " Yeah... I have heard about them but haven't read any... " " You should, sis... They'll help boost your faith. " " Am sure they will... Thanks, Mia... For inspiring me. " " It's my pleasure. " I smiled. " You know... It's really amusing that the same girl who had been like a vegetable for a month now is now looking very lively, and even exchanging words with me. "

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 want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her. Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...

In a flash of white light, I returned to Heaven and resumed my role as the Snake Immortal, guardian of the Celestial Garden. Five hundred years later, I was curled up under the covers, enjoying a lazy nap, when a familiar fragrance drifted into my nose. A warm embrace wrapped around me. Then came a voice, deep and beloved. "Clarice, I'm back. Everyone who ever hurt you... is gone." The End.

she started. "Seraphina." Rebecca's voice was quiet and final. "I came into this territory and I never did anything to you. I never spoke against you, never moved against you, never took anything that was yours. Everything you lost, you lost because of choices you made." She paused. "And then you chose this." "I—" "I survived it," Rebecca said. "But you put something in a cup that was meant to kill me. And I am the Queen of this territory."

Taking Grandpa’s warning seriously, I went to the library to take books to complete my notes. As I enter, I notice Rebecca Sinclair holding a pile of book in her hands, with a smugly smile on her face when her gaze falls on me. What is her problem? Every chic in this school wants to be with me but her, she is a pain in ass, just like her grades. She tops in academics’ every year and she knows that she is winning this already! “hey! Ashford! What’s up?” Oliver, my best friend taps on my shoulder, “she is not your type, dude!” she points when he notices I was glaring at Rebecca.

“Quinn!” Graham opened the door wide and crossed his arms. “Can you not do this!” He shouted. “My mate is acting weird. I need the book now.” Reid said. Quinn entered in her robe and she rolled her eyes then, she pulled out a thick book with a new cover and handed it to him. “Here, dummy.” Quinn rolled her eyes again. “I fixed it into a new cover. “Thanks.” He stood and skimmed on the book. “By the way, there should be some good news when both of you are fucking nonstop.”

Rebecca Grey hailed from Kentucky and had been working as a journalist for New York's TNN for the past two years. At twenty-six, she'd won her first Pulitzer Prize for an article that had swayed the jury's decision on a conglomerate case involving one of the biggest companies in Manhattan. This was no easy feat for a journalist so young, but she had managed to pull it off. He'd half expected a nerdy reporter with an irritating personality to come stumbling into his office this morning, but she had pleasantly surprised him. Now, Rebecca sat down next to him, oblivious of how her proximity made him yearn to touch her face. She gingerly removed her tools from the bag and started to run through

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!

Rebecca smiles and looks at him, grabbing his hands and assuring him that she will help him find her. Rebecca had gone through a lot trying to find her the minute Selene had told her something was off about that attack. The minute she had begun to work her spell and sought where she was hiding, she took off without anyone realizing it. Telling Selene she was visiting a few friends. Though Emma's first response to see her was to run, Rebecca convinced her to at least talk to her and explaine what was happening. Everything seemed to fit into place the day she met her. But she made her promise to keep her existence and whereabouts secret until Carrie was gone.