Novel & Cerita The Book Rebecca

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was deafening. Bradley slumped onto the edge of the bed, staring at the picture of Rebecca once more. " Rebecca ,Where are you, you are important to me, I need you to survive, come home is yours?" he thought desperately. "Are you even alive"He felt like he was spiraling into an abyss of hopelessness, " if you are alive the mansion is yours" ***

Rebecca was sitting in the living room, reading a book and sipping on a cup of tea, when Andreas came in. Andreas looked exhausted and collapsed on the sofa next to her. "Hey," he said, walking over to her and sitting down on the couch. "Hey," she replied, looking up from her book and smiling. "What are you reading?" he asked, leaning over to see the cover of the book. "It's just a novel, nothing too exciting," she said, closing the book and setting it down on her lap.

"Want to come along?" I thought about. "No, Rebecca is on her own, I'll stay with her." Leon nodded, picked Estelle up before she could run into my direction and quickly left the house. I waved after them, then went on a search for Rebecca. She was stretched out in the living room, reading a book while stroking her stomach. She saw me and lowered the book with a smile. "Sara! Come here, sit down next to me!", she patted the spot next to her and sat up. Her red hair fell over her shoulders, which was braided into a beautiful fish-tail braid.

Instead, I heard myself say, “Do you have any more like it? First editions? Or… anything rare?” He tilted his head, studying me again. The silence stretched just long enough to make my skin prickle. “Come to the back room,” he said finally. “I’ll show you what I have.” My heart skipped. I followed him through the narrow aisles, past towering shelves that smelled of aged paper and ink. The back room was smaller, warmer, lined with glass cases and locked cabinets. He unlocked one and pulled out a slim volume. “First edition of Rebecca,” he said, handing it to me. “Signed by du Maurier.”

The more i read, the more i understood that this cure could be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how it was used. Jake, meanwhile, was scanning through the bookshelves, his eyes moving rapidly from title to title. "Rebecca, come look at this," he called out.

William had placed it there to give Rebecca some comfort after their wild lovemaking session earlier on. Then it all came rushing back, the ecstasy and the sex, as did the pleasure and pain. Rebecca felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed at her memories. She pulled the comforter to her face, covering her cheeks and mouth with only her eyes peeking out. She suppressed a giggle, boy, had she been naughty. Rebecca had never done anything so wild before. Wonders aside, she was curious as to where William was. Rebecca started to get up, but as she did, the room started to spin. Apparently, the alcohol had not worn off. She normally did not drink and was about to lie back down when something from the

“Oh em gee,'' I heard Rebecca’s voice exclaim from outside of my room and her footsteps coming towards my room. I looked up from reading the novel I took from Becca’s house the other day to my door which burst open by the happy-looking Becca who had her phone in hand and a wide grin displayed on her face. She looked up from her phone to me and her grin widened before she walked over to me. I put a paperclip on the page I was on and closed the book to face her. I stood up from my dressing table, took her hand in mine, and led her to my bed so we could sit and gist.

A suitcase. Michelle blinked. The sight of it made her chest tighten. Rebecca wasn’t just here for dinner or a stolen hour. She was staying. Rebecca’s lips curled in a self-satisfied smile as she glanced around the house, her gaze lingering on the framed photographs of Michelle’s late parents. She gave a faint snort of amusement before tossing her long curls over her shoulder. “Evening, Michelle,” she said sweetly, though the mockery in her tone was unmistakable. Michelle didn’t answer. She simply wiped her hands on a towel and stepped aside as Rebecca brushed past her, trailing the scent of expensive perfume.

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.