Rebecca Schaeffer Book Novels & Stories

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

Being with him but not with him hurt too much. “I never meant to leave for good,” Rebecca said behind her. “I thought I would come back in a few days and lie that I’d had a family emergency. But the Hunters will always be after me, and I didn’t want this life for you. I live in the shadows. I move with the wind. I can’t put my roots down anywhere because the Hunters will cut them off.” She felt a pang at those words. That was the life she was destined for because she would have to make sure Jackson never found her.

They completely ignored Rebecca's anguished cries behind them. "Mom, Dad, Ezekiel, save me! Don't leave me! My baby... Someone, please help me! I don't want to die!" Rebecca wailed. ... Ezekiel and the Shaffer parents rushed to the airport and boarded a private jet bound for another country. On the plane, Ezekiel showed them a video on his tablet. It showed Maisie, standing confidently on a stage, presenting a product she had developed herself. Tears streamed down the Shaffers' faces.

she smirked and I shake my head, smiling. "Not funny" She laughed again. "It is. Like it or not. You were worried about a gay guy hitting on me." "You're the only girl I know that can turn a gay man straight, Rebecca," I say to her and her pupils dilate as she leans into me. "Reid has been my friend for years. What'll change now?" "Whatever" I give up on the topic. "My boss...on the other hand is a goof" Becca grinned with mischief. Her boss?

I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason. He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly. I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl. She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and

They sit in front of each other. "Well, that's the proof." Sheira sighed as she opened their textbook for the next subject. Rebecca took a quick glance at him. Good thing he's only three tables away from them. Rebecca's heart almost leaped when Gavin caught her glancing at him. She panicked as she looked into his face that she shifted her gaze to the other direction this time. Rebecca felt Sheira's elbow poking her arm. She looked at her friend and she could see her malicious smile at her.

I smile, trying to be humorous. Rebecca did not relax, however. - Are you sure you don't want to come with me? She insists. - No, I prefer not. I decide by diving back into my notebook. - Good. She whispers before getting back into the shower. Rebecca is a girl with a café-au-lait complexion and is the only girl I talk to. Although for a pastor's daughter, she dresses in an almost Gothic way. She remains decent in general terms and lives with one foot in the church and the other sometimes oscillating towards the secular world....

Will I be able to stand the truth? Rebecca and I have been good friends since we were just kids and I don't want to ruin that by doing this. Part of me clearly did not want to do this but my inquisitive side wanted so badly to know why her character was changing. Rebecca has stopped behaving like Rebecca and has started behaving like...well me. Rebecca of old was mellow,a push over,quite,and very shy. But Rebecca of now is feisty,smart and very bold. It's almost as if they are two people who has been living in that body.

The symbols of the Erased were everywhere around us as we entered the ravine. This place felt wrong.Not dangerous, not exactly. Just wrong. As if we had entered a world that forgot how to be alive. Rebecca was a few steps ahead of me. Her back was straight. Her head was held high. At first glance, she seemed to be made of steel. Strong. Confident. Unyielding. But I could see through that facade. I noticed the way her hands shook when she was sure no one was watching. And I watched the way her eyes wandered to the mist behind us from time to time.

The other was on the opposite end of the room, beside a girl I recognized immediately. Red hair. Pale skin. Eyes like deep forests after rain. She sat hunched over a tablet, not speaking to anyone. No one so much as glanced her way. She was heartbreakingly beautiful—but she might as well have been wallpaper. “What’s her story?” I asked Aaron under my breath. He looked over and sighed theatrically. “Ah. Rebecca.” “That’s her name?” “That’s her tragedy,” Aaron replied. “It involves star-crossed love, fake dating, heartbreak, penance, and a hero’s journey.”