Rebecca Schaeffer Book Novels & Stories

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

Then Rebecca noticed something written on the last page of the children's book. It wasn't Claire's handwriting. It wasn't Daniel's. The ink was fresh. Only a few years old. The message read: If you're reading this, I'm already gone. Don't look for me. They'll only follow you. Signed with a single initial. D. Rebecca closed the book gently. For the first time, she didn't believe Daniel Cross was dead. She believed he was still running. And that somewhere... He already knew they had found Claire's room.

But Scott probably thought I wasn’t seriously breaking up with him and I would get back together with him soon, he won’t leave me alone as long as he knows I am here too. After they left, I turned around and headed to the opposite direction, hoping to leave here ASAP and not even checking my left side. It was an empty hallway area where most students didn’t come through. I lunged forward, only to meet the heaviness of a huge textbook. I was forced back into the wall and into the sight of Rebecca and her lousy followers. She had a wide, wry smile on her lips as she moved closer to me, her followers building a wall between me and an exit—a smaller area behind the building—I was trapped.

She trusted me. And you sold her out like garbage. She's pregnant, locked in a cage, crying herself to sleep while you sip wine and scheme to steal her son. You're not lawyers. You're parasites. Leeches. Garbage in designer suits." Gerald stood up too, veins bulging in his neck. "Shut your mouth. You have no idea who you're dealing with." "I know exactly who I'm dealing with," Rebecca said, pointing a shaking finger at both of them. "A corrupt old shark and his demon daughter who'd burn down an innocent woman's life just to feel powerful.

Rebecca said to me. I gave her a grateful smile. She wrapped her arms around mine and rested her head on my shoulder. I was truly grateful to her. If it wasn't for her, I would have fallen for Miss Kardashian and her ferocious ways again. The moment when she instructed me to clean the pantry, the dread I faced in her hands in the past came crashing on me, and fear began to radiate in me. To avoid getting into trouble with her, I had wanted to do just as she instructed. It was Rebecca who had stopped me and even whispered to me that I was no longer a slave but a leader of people now. She encouraged me to be brave, and that had given me the courage to do what I should do.

The more i read, the more i understood that this cure could be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how it was used. Jake, meanwhile, was scanning through the bookshelves, his eyes moving rapidly from title to title. "Rebecca, come look at this," he called out.

We're a family, so there's no point in being so calculative, don't you agree? Rebecca talked to Sam gently as she looked at him expectantly. Rebecca wasn't just spouting nonsense, either. Not for this or what she told Oliver earlier. She wasn't trying to play the part of a therapist after watching some videos online. She was speaking from the heart. Before, when she had been in the Brown family, she was living amongst outsiders. Whatever injustices she suffered, she would have to keep them to herself. She never spoke out or acted out. She didn't even dare to cry.

She staggered back, sitting hard on the edge of the bed. --- She sprinted outside, barefoot, clutching the envelope. But the parking lot was empty. Just tire tracks fading in wet gravel. She looked to the horizon. Nothing. --- Across the city, Rebecca stood in the council chamber. “Stella Hart’s return poses a danger to pack integrity,” she declared, voice cool. “The people whisper about her. Some praise her. Others question our leadership.” An elder raised an eyebrow. “You’re not on the council anymore, Lady Rebecca.”

And with that, he and Sam Park ran off to get his car. Rebecca waved them goodbye and bent down to clean up the mess. She had wanted to celebrate the printing of her article on the Silverman Corporation with John. Plus she had just handed in her report on the senator to her editor. Boy was her editor a happy man. John had been the tour de force behind her passion for journalism. Once upon a time, when they were still in junior high, Rebecca had not been as outspoken as she was now. She had been a shy and quiet girl, often expressing her thoughts and feelings only through her writing. Then one day, John secretly mailed one of her writings to a national writing contest. She won first prize and