Yu-gi-oh Rebecca Novels & Stories

It would be as easy as squashing an ant. ‘Catherine Jones, Shaun Hill, just wait.’ Rebecca was going to make a comeback in no time and settle the old scores with them one by one. ‘Also, Catherine, I’m sure it’ll be interesting to be tortured by your biological mother and brother.’ Hehe. As for herself, she would soon become the successor of Soromon Island. Haha. “By the way, do you know my name from back then?” Sheryl asked. “Mom, your name is Sheryl Jones,” Rebecca finally said something that was true.

And now, watching her shift uncomfortably, knowing my cum was probably still leaking out of her, soaking those innocent bikini bottoms, it took everything not to drag her away right then and remind her who owned her. Rebecca clung to my arm like a trophy, her red bikini cover-up riding up her thighs, nails digging in possessively. She was hot—blonde, leggy, vineyard heiress money—but she wasn't Clara. Never would be. "Happy birthday, baby," she purred, leaning in to nip my earlobe, her breath hot and tequila-scented. "You ready to get wild? I planned this game just for you."

“I’ll keep waiting… until you open your eyes…” Rebecca continued to gaze at Samuel. “And when you wake up, we’ll start everything anew. Without the shadows of the past. Without anyone who can come between us again…” Reno arrived moments later, carrying Samuel’s favorite little plush toy. “Mommy… I want to put this next to Daddy. So Daddy won’t be alone…” Rebecca gently stroked Reno’s head. “Thank you, sweetheart. Daddy will love that.” Behind the ICU glass, the world seemed to stand still. But for Rebecca, the fight was far from over. Though the wounds hadn’t fully healed, she now stood strong. She had won—not by taking revenge, but by finally standing up for herself and for those she loved.

She earned many stern glares and scowls. Abigail shushed her and whispered, looking around her surroundings, “Why are you yelling?” “Oops…” Rebeca placed her fingers on her lips and giggled. Abigail smiled and shook her head helplessly, muttering something under her breath, but the smile on Rebeca’s face froze while looking at something ahead. Her eyes also grew wider, her expression pensive. Abigail was stupefied and opened her mouth to ask her what she was staring at, but before that, Rebeca started asking, “Isn’t she the famous model Erica Barrett? What is she doing with Aidan?”

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.

“And you think my relationships weaken me? You still can’t fuck with what is mine, Cole. And they’re all mine. Every single one of them. From the pups to the elderly, even Hugo and New Finn. Whether they fear me or love me, they are mine.” “And they are mine.” Cole’s eyes widened at the newcomer’s voice. She snuck in like a thief, masked and ready to fight for the pack, just as when they hunted the Hunters. Rebecca strolled barefoot into the hall and stepped over a body to stand next to him. She was naked, and she looked fearsome. Her red hair looked like flames on top of her head, and her eyes glowed like a vengeful spirit. Her anger was a force on its own.

"But if you dare touch Sephy, you'll end up worse than this bottle. Get it?" Teary-eyed, she dared not make a sound, only shivering. Morpheus got up and left, resembling a black-clad slayer walking through hell. - The next day, Morpheus' assistant revealed the investigation details. "Indeed, Rebecca is from the Hamerton Group's medical team. She majors in physiology, but there's nothing off about her. She bought the pictures from someone else." "What?" "She bribed a Hamerton maid, as well as Ms. Hammerton's attendant." The assistant placed the documents on the desk.

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.