Rebecca The Book Novels & Stories

She's shouting. _______________ Benedick reads a Magazine in his mini-library. He didn't have his mind on what he was reading. A lot was going on in Benedick's mind he couldn't be bothered with. Recently someone approached him and said that the Hacienda has not been doing well since Sheilla took over. He also studied Alysia's case several times even though she was busy with various businesses, he found out that all transactions in the transfer of her properties in Shiella's name were valid. That clean working. Benedick knew how much it was

Rebecca was not a doctor, but if Christian’s mother is being held captive by someone malicious enough to keep her away for so long, and her life really was terrible enough that this kidnapper may have done many horrible things to her in all these years of keeping her away from her family, if she is to be brought here, she would need to wake up in a comfortable environment. ‘I should get a pen and paper and start writing some ideas.’ With that thought in mind, Rebecca did just that. Deep down hoping that keeping herself preoccupied like so would help her with her own current circumstance. Or at least ease her worries enough that she would not be bothered about sharing a room with a boy as a p

Y E A R 2009, M O N D R A G O N H O T E L. Rebecca Sebastian is temporarily staying in an exclusive hotel room. She is twenty-four years old and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Literature and is now an excellent writer. She has participated in literary competitions and debates; she is skilled in the field so her parents are proud of her. She's a kind-hearted woman. She puts everyone first before herself and treats them as a priority. Donating to charities became her hobby even during her college days. Rebecca never fails to warm anyone's heart, which is why she is envied and loved at the same time.

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

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

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.

"Gama... she's the key to everything. I have to make sure that she stays on my side, or at the very least, doesn't suspect anything." Rebecca's mind kept spinning, looking for ways to manipulate the situation back in her favor. "If necessary, I will use everything at my disposal to ensure that my plan goes smoothly. They won't know what hit them until it's too late." With determination, Rebecca closed her notebook and hid it in the drawer. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before rejoining the family in the dining room. Outside the room, the atmosphere was still full of cheerfulness. Clarissa, Sierra, Gama, and the others seemed to enjoy their moment together. Rebecca smile

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

She looked at the empty table and ate her food sadly. Rebecca was at the balcony, which was directly behind Williams' room. She had her eyes at the field ahead but wasn't looking at anything in particular. She had her arms folded and was lost in thoughts. "Your grace?" Someone called her. Rebecca heard it and turned her head round. She smiled faintly at the person. "What are you doing here this late? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Zita asked her worriedly. "I couldn't sleep." Rebecca said candidly. She returned to her previous position.

It was far too old and much too sacred to abuse it. He flipped it to the back few pages and saw that it was the story of Queen Rebecca, and how she came to be. He read it slowly because it was a story that he thought that he knew, but apparently he did not know everything, and he found it so emotional for some reason. He thought maybe it was just the beautiful way that it had been written, but that wasn't really it.