Novel & Cerita Rebecca Schaeffer Book

It seemed like he wasn’t the one who had been chased for the women in his past life. Rebecca smiled without meaning to. She had never opened up to someone aside from Judith. If she really wanted to start from scratch and live surrounded by the internal past she had been living in, it was time to let go the hard feelings and the painful memories she had in her heart. "When I was experienced this life for the first time, I moved alone just with my son, I wanted a place that had the basic to live. That was when I realized my son couldn’t sleep in the ground if I didn’t want to deal with another problem so I did my best to buy a mattress. Of course I had another problem, there was no one who wan

Rebecca didn't spare Ashley a glance, instead, she smiled at Cassie before turning her attention to Keller who seemed to be absentminded. "Keller, what do you say? I heard a lot of grimoires will be there." Rebecca said on purpose. Just like she thought, the latter raised her eyes in excitement. But before she said something, her eyes came in contact with that of Ashley. Jerking her eyes around, she shrank back and said nothing. "I-i have no idea, Rebecca." Rebecca chuckled and walked towards Keller. "Don't be scared. Tell me what you want." Swallowing a hard lump, the girl braved herself as she said, "I've always wanted to learn more spells and read a lot of grimoires to improve myself."

She said truthfully and Rebecca hummed. Rebecca is an orphan who doesn't have a home and a background. She made her way into Princess Joanna's garden for shelter. She had always hoped for not being caught there but Luckily, the princess wasn't a cruel and wicked princess like the others she knew off. Despite circumstances that Joanna faced, she was humble and modest to the orphan.They became best friends. ***** Kim Annie I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the previous chapters. This chapter is unedited

she said, her voice cutting through the chamber with precision, “did not come from nobility, or even humble dignity. She came from a life built on survival… the kind that demands compromises most of us would never imagine.” A murmur spread across the council. “That is still not enough,” another elder insisted. “Speak plainly.” Seraphina’s gaze hardened. “Very well,” she said. “I will.” She took a breath, not because she needed it, but because she understood the weight of what she was about to release. “Rebecca,” she said slowly, “was not simply a woman struggling to survive. She was a woman who was… traded. Passed from one man to another under the guise of necessity. Used, controlled, and ev

I doubted and even prayed that Rebeca wouldn't hit that button, but evil reigned in that woman's heart and without any remorse or guilt, she erased my book. I ran towards her and finally took the notebook from her hands. Eyes wide, I looked for the file, there was nothing there. I cried. Rebeca hadn't erased just one book, but my whole life. And that day I got two slaps in the face.

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.

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Zita asked curiously. Rebecca replied in a nod. "Your grace, would you be glad to share the journey your love with me? I promise to listen without judgement." Zita persuaded her, eager to know more. "Probably when I've fully let go of the pain and shame I feel within." Rebecca answered calmly. Zita didn't force herself and hummed. She got bitten by an insect-a little ant-and slapped it off her leg. She looked at her mistress and her eyes widened. "Your grace!" She exclaimed fearfully.

She faced me, "keep him dangling, Rebecca. Boys like him need to be kept dangling cause they're nothing but loads of trouble." Spinning on her small legs, she sauntered away, muttering under her breath about how she wouldn't admit she missed him. Becca hid a smile and wouldn't meet Luke's can-you-believe-her?look. She walked into her room and giggled, closing the door. She missed Luke which was normal. Who wouldn't miss a guy that could make you laugh? As she smiled and was about to undress, somewhere in her mind full of thoughts, she registered the glint of metal and the click and shutter of a camera nearby just outside her window.