Novel & Cerita The Book Rebecca

I wanted the innocence she could offer me, the solace of something sweet and her unbearable alluring scent, I wanted it all and so I walked to her room marveling at how determined I was to take her. Her eyes flew up to mine as I entered; she was trying to gauge my emotions I could see. I was sure she could see the wanton desire In my eyes and the need to have her and so when I began approaching her bed, she dropped the book she had been reading by her bed side and got up to divest herself of her night gown, kneeling she propped her butt in the air in my direction. I stopped in my stride and stared at her naked butt and the way she had shut her eyes no doubt anticipating what was to come.

Then Rebecca noticed something written on the last page of the children's book. It wasn't Claire's handwriting. It wasn't Daniel's. The ink was fresh. Only a few years old. The message read: If you're reading this, I'm already gone. Don't look for me. They'll only follow you. Signed with a single initial. D. Rebecca closed the book gently. For the first time, she didn't believe Daniel Cross was dead. She believed he was still running. And that somewhere... He already knew they had found Claire's room.

"When I moved in, there were a lot of things left behind. I took the items I didn't need and stored them in the cellar." Emma's mind buzzed with possibilities as the conversation unfolded. Something significant was happening at her mother's house, and she intended to get to the bottom of it. Emma entered the elevator with Calvin, her mind filled with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "What's in the cellar, Rebecca?" Emma asked, her voice laced with urgency. Rebecca hesitated for a moment before responding. "Books, old books, pictures, clothes...," she trailed off. Emma's heart raced as she pressed for more information. "Whose pictures? Tell me, Rebecca!"

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

I arrived at the door of the event and everything was lit up, beautiful, just like everything Anna has ever planned in her life. We were greeted with champagne and Anna's smile as she welcomed us. - Rebecca, you look stunning! - she said with open arms. - Shouldn't I say that? Aren't you the bride after all? - It doesn't matter! It's perfect! I'll receive the rest of the people and your table is marked in the hall, would you mind looking around, friend?

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

The noise echoed via the quiet hallway, and Silvia’s heart sank. “Who's that and what are you doing here?” Rebecca’s voice called out from the library. Silvia immediately knelt down to pick up the books, her hands trembling. She felt so clumsy and silly. “Silvia?” Rebecca called, her voice growing closer now. Silvia stood up, her arms full of books, and rose until she was face to face with Rebecca, who stood in the doorway, her expression a combination of triumph and malice. “What are you doing here?” Rebecca demanded, her voice sharp.

The words had spilled out of my mouth before I could gather my thoughts. I heard Rebecca shifting, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her rise from her seat. "Can I make use of these books?" As I nodded, she swiftly made her way to the shelves. Rebecca took her time selecting a book and, finally, turned back to face me. "Can I borrow this one?" "You can read whatever you want, Rebecca." "Thank you," she said. Rebecca settled down on the couch beside me, tucking her legs underneath her. Resting her head on the arm of the couch, she opened the book.

Its main body was twisted and crooked. Dust or wood chips fell off at the slightest touch, making it difficult to see clearly. Rebecca walked around as she was not particularly interested in the group of people fantasizing about their futures. After all, she hadn't yet grasped whether she would have a future or not. She then found a relatively cleaner corner and sat down. Across from her lay a woman with lipstick on. She appeared oddly refined in the dim light and left a memorable impression. Perhaps due to Rebecca carrying a somewhat unpleasant smell, the woman's disgusted voice rang out as soon as she sat on the bed. "Stay away from me. You smell terrible, even worse than those men."

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"