Rebecca The Book Novels & Stories

Tyler asked curiously and Rebecca swallowed hard. She only wanted to ask him for his blood and see if it'll bring her memories back faster but it seems she had ended up exposing herself. She couldn't let him know her real identity and she couldn't possibly say she had been to to human world, he wouldn't believe her at all since she's been with him all these while and even before she got to know him, she's been with Carol. “Rebecca, why aren't you saying anything?” He asked again. “I..it doesn't matter where I got the book from. I just wanted to confirm if it's true.” She said and Tyler stared at her for a few seconds before nodding.

Her hand rested on the door handle. The questions again knocked at the door of her brain. "Why did he do that? What was the reason behind it? Why do they want the wealth of the pack?" Rebecca knows many enemies want to ruin her pack. They are not near, but they are somewhere planning something, she is unable to solve this mystery. The girl doesn't smell like a rouge or this man. But, the strange feeling coming from them is not good. Rebecca has to be very careful. She opened the door And came inside her room.

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.

She asked again, and she grabbed the book from my hand before I could quickly take a snippet of any line. “Umm,” I racked my head. “Something about a Medulloblastoma.” Rebecca looked genuinely confused and I smirked, thinking I had her. But instead, she nodded once and scanned through the page I had supposedly been reading. “Nothing about a Medulla oblongata whatever in here.” “So?” I asked in confusion, dragging my book from her. “So it means that you're not really reading what's in the book and that your mind is elsewhere.” Rebecca revealed and she was spot on. But she didn't need to know that so I feigned confusion.

Rebecca sneered, her eyes were cold and lifeless at the mention of the Goddess. Amber narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "Don't challenge me, Rebecca." Amber warned. Rebecca has opened the chapter of their lives that Amber had burned a long time ago. Besides the memory of her mother abandoning her in the face of death, this was the second thing that Amber wished she could forget. "Woh ladies! Just cool down a bit. Can someone please tell me what's going on? I just lost the track of our conversation." Rome asked, struggling to keep up with them.

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

Rebecca “Mrs. Ezra, do you not trust your own son?” I asked, holding her gaze. No blinking. No fear. If Luke’s torture gave me one good thing, it was this, a heart that does not break easy. She was just a woman standing between me and my freedom. “Miss Rebecca, I only asked a simple question.” “Shrimp and grits.” I saw those words on a paper back at Collins’ place. Figured those must be his favorite meals.

she said softly. She stepped out of the shop with slow steps. The cold wind touched her wet cheeks. Rebecca stood by the roadside, hugging her bag tightly. She looked up at the cloudy sky. "Reno... Mommy will find a way to make life better. Even though your Daddy already has his new world." Rebecca stepped away, just as she was about to cross the street. Suddenly a burly hand pulled her by one arm. "Rebecca..." Rebecca glared, incredulous. "You—" Continued...

She'd sit by the window while gazing at the moon and missing her family. She missed her family deeply. Rebecca never experienced the concept of homesickness from all those romantic poems in school. Even so, she didn't need to read textbooks on those poems to feel vivid sorrow for the characters. Yet, if she had a chance to understand the homesickness mentioned in those poems again, she refused to experience it in this way. "I'll do whatever you say, Caleb. Lead the way! I just want to enjoy having both feet on solid ground." Rebecca had concealed her intense fears deep in her heart and no longer brought them up.

Rebecca thought for a moment and wrote: [Forget what should be forgotten and remember what was once lost—Rebecca Perry from America. She set down the pen just as Uriah called for her. She quickly picked up her suitcase, joined the others, and set off for the next village. After they were gone, Vance appeared with Anna to check out. "Your friends have already left," the host told him. "I know." "Would you like to leave a message?" Vance opened the guestbook. The most recent entry was Rebecca's. "Oh, she wrote something. What does it say?" Anna asked, unable to read English.