Novel & Cerita Shiki X Rebecca

“Mama, don’t come in.” Rebecca stepped inside. “I heard everything.” Shellyn looked at her grandmother. “Grandma—” Rebecca clutched her chest. “You… you want to destroy the family’s dignity?” “Grandma, I just want to be happy,” Shelyn replied. Rebecca staggered. “In a way like that?” “Grandma—” Shelyn stepped closer. But Rebecca suddenly collapsed. “My chest…” “Grandma!” Jessy screamed. Reno immediately supported Rebecca. “Mama!”

By now everyone had their attention towards us and some had the audacity to put out their phones, ready to video what was about to go down. Rebecca walked to the front of me and squatted down so our eyes would be leveled. She smirked and I withhold from snorting at the lipstick that was stuck on her teeth. " Aww Shelly cat got her tongue." Rebecca said in a baby-like voice and squeezed my cheeks harshly. "Eww Rebecca don't touch her, who knows what that girl has?" Shelly's voice held disgust. I turned around to stare at her and I was met with a sour face. Her lips were curled in distaste as she reached inside her bag to search for something

I was fully planning to march straight toward the weapons shop in the high district, but my progress was cut short when Rhea let out a loud, silly gasp. "Oh my goodness," she squeaked, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward a colorful stall near the center of the square. "Elara, look. You have to look at this." I turned, expecting to see a rare healing plant or a beautiful piece of cloth. Instead, I found myself staring at a mountain of oversized, silly fluffy stuffed wolf toys. They were made of thick, dark charcoal fur, with cartoonish gold-colored eyes and these tiny, stitched-in permanent frowns that made them look miserable.

Rebecca gasped into his mouth, arching against him. "Liam..." she moaned as he unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop to the tile floor with a wet slap. He dropped to his knees in front of her, water running down his broad shoulders. Gently, he lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder to open her up. Rebecca leaned back against the shower wall for support, her fingers threading through his wet hair. Liam's mouth was on her immediately hot, eager, and relentless. His tongue licked a broad stripe up her slit, tasting her arousal mixed with the water. He focused on her clit, flicking it rapidly, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips with just the right pressure.

It was so beautiful that Rebecca couldn't care less about anything else. “Sunny… I really like this person. I’m curious what she looks like. She’s so mysterious that there isn’t a single picture of her out there. I even heard from the brands she worked with that none of them have seen her,” Rebecca said while she looked at Xyla and touched the pendant. Rebecca seemed to admire this person a lot from the way she talked about her. Xyla smiled without saying anything. Buzz, buzz, buzz… Right then, Xyla’s phone started vibrating.

"Just be yourself. I am not as uptight as Xavier." "Ooo," Rebecca heaves a sigh, her stiff posture almost nonexistent now. "Thank you," "You are welcome Becca." I offer a small smile which she returns. "Now have a look around, take your time… it's a backyard barbecue thing as you know." "Alright." I watch as she walks around the room, digging through the racks. "These jeans goes well with this crop tee… A wedge shoe will definitely be the cherry on top." "Are you sure that will make a good impression on his family?" If I'm gonna make this work I need to get on his family's good side.

As far as she could remember, that was her first kiss and the longest one. She reclined on her seat as she touched her lips. She can’t help but to smile without realizing that Sheira is already standing in front of her with both of her hands on her hips. “I don’t know but I am starting to become scared.” Rebecca twitched all of a sudden as she opened her eyes. She was so shocked that Sheira appeared in front of her without any sound at all. “Are you a ghost or something?” “O c’mon girl. Don’t change the topic. I guess you’re the happiest tonight, am I right?”

She said before hanging up without waiting for Charlotte’s reply. Rebecca immediately put on a black hoodie, a face cap, and black glasses, making her look mysterious as she set out to look for Derek. Since Derek wasn’t picking up his phone and she had no idea where he might be, she decided to go to his favorite café where they had initially seen him. Rebecca arrived at the café and took a seat at a corner table, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Derek. She ordered a coffee and tried to calm her racing thoughts. As she sipped her coffee, Rebecca noticed a man at the counter glancing at her. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes—not Derek, but something about him seemed

He went into hours of meditation to connect with the land, the pack, and his parents' legacy, drawing energy into his body. One evening, as the sun sank behind the Eastern Range and painted the forest in crimson and gold, the first of the shadow creatures appeared. Mist rolled in unnaturally, obscuring the shapes of wolves far too large to be normal, their eyes glowing with a dark light, moving with precision and coordination as if their movements were choreographed by some unseen hand.

"And now, for the moment you have all been waiting for. Please welcome the genius behind the Frost Empire, the Shadow Architect herself, Rebecca Frost!" The lights dimmed. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. The spotlight was blinding, but I kept my eyes on one person in the front row. Silas’s face went pale. His jaw dropped so low it looked like it might hit the floor. He dropped his champagne glass, and it shattered loudly against the marble. "Rebecca?" he gasped, his voice shaking. I walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at him. I didn't look at Seraphina, who was turning a bright shade of red. I only looked at the man who had told me I came from nothing.