Rebecca The Book Novels & Stories

“You are not. I know who you pretend to be. Kaia. Vivian’s assistant. The woman who looks like she’s always five steps ahead and nowhere at the same time. But I think you have forgotten who you really are before you let them change you.” “Sounds poetic.” “Sounds true.” He walks past me, over to the shelves I never use. Picks up a book I haven’t touched in years. Flips through it. Doesn’t read. “I’ve seen people do a lot of things after they’re broken,” he says. “Some of them run. Some of them rebuild. But the dangerous ones… the ones who come back quiet, calculated, smiling like they’ve forgotten? They never forget.” I say nothing. He turns and looks at me again. That same calm stare that us

Meanwhile, Tuesday 09:30am … I put the last one of my books in a small crate I brought along with me to pack up, every other staff sharing an office with me just watched quietly as I packed up my things, since they realized that I was owner’s daughter also, their behaviour to me all changed, This morning, when I walked in here they all got up on their feet and bowed to me in greeting, I gently covered up the crate, I picked up my MacBook on the table and carefully placed it in my hand bag, just as I was about to carry the carts and walk out, the door pushed open and Mother’s assistant- Rose walked in, quietly she walked towards me and bowed politely, she was one of the few people that had al

Rebecca looked up at Liam standing against the light, placing her name back where it belonged without hesitation. For a moment, she felt the remembered weight of the Heart of the Ocean against her throat. But she did not need the necklace. She did not need Vance’s name, Catherine’s permission, or any borrowed place in someone else’s world. She was Rebecca Perry. And she was here to take back what had always been hers.

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!

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 were sent to five different territories to conquer and destroy, to take the territory as their own and bring the people to their knees. Rebecca the Demon of weather, she was sent to the land of faes. Her haughty father sent her on the quest to bring down the community to her mercy.Rebecca got her father’s blessing as well as that of her mother. She traveled at a very young age to Demons, alone to a stranger land where she knew no one and no one knew her, though her mother was terrified to let her daughter go she knew it was part of her life and had to grow up. Rebecca hiked from her fathers territory and into the faes territory, she walked into a peaceful community where they all lived

“Though she did tease me.” “She teased you worse when you tried to invent a way for the mannequin to drive us to school.” ~ Trey set down the magazine, blinked, then began again at the start. He was so amazed by what he learned that he went through it twice. This was extraordinary. Rebecca’s childhood read like a Dickens novel. Mother dies. Father abandons family. Teenage daughter raises brothers while keeping father’s absence secret. No wonder she was uptight. She’d spent a good portion of her life looking over her shoulder.

It left her feeling horrible about herself. "Thanks for the warning, but what should I expect?" Hope against hope that Ben could circumvent the long search and reading ahead of her. Rebecca perched on a metal shelving rack in the small storage room. Things like this baffled her. Who spent this much time and effort minding the business of a fictional character?

he said again, his voice quieter this time, full of hope that his mother would listen to him. However, Rebecca stood her ground. She could no longer bear the pain that was so deep in her heart. They continued walking until they finally arrived in front of the large gate of the magnificent Winterblood palace. Usually, the sight of this palace gave Rebecca a feeling of comfort, but now all she felt was emptiness. Everything felt foreign and cold, as if the world she once knew had changed forever. Upon entering her room, Rebecca immediately opened the large closet full of clothes. Without thinking, she began to put her clothes into a large suitcase, her movements quick and rough. The rustling s

Rebecca's wrath knew no bounds. And I feared for our safety. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from outside. Followed by screams. Rebecca. She had found us. "Get down!" Michael yelled, shielding Ruth. I stood tall, ready to face Rebecca's fury. But what I saw made my blood run cold. Rebecca, transformed into a monstrous creature. Eyes blazing with hatred. Claws extended. Ready to strike. Rebecca's vortex grew stronger, its darkness suffocating. "Choose," she repeated, her voice dripping with malice.