88 Novel(s) Related To Rachel Hollis Books

Choosing the first one on the list, I try to check where it is only to find out that it’s been checked out. A couple of months ago. So much for the books not leaving the premises, I muse to myself, looking for who else was so interested in the Blood Moon Hybrids. My hand stills over the keyboard when I see a far too familiar name. Rachel Adkins. “No,” I breathe, anxiously, my fingers moving over the keyboard quickly now. But as I type in the names of the books listed on the side, all of them that are related to the Blood Moon Hybrid have been issued to Rachel Adkins. Just a week before she left me bleeding in the tunnels, taking that piece of evil that’s been hidden under the vault for all these centuries.

Hollis glanced over with a smirk, running a hand through her ash blonde hair quickly. “Nora. She’s shy as shit, and Jake isn’t any better. I practically had to knock their heads together before they exchanged information.” “Damn, that bad? Fun times. I’m sure after they get a load of us, they’ll loosen up.” Satisfied with the amount of lip balm she’d applied, Whitney flipped the mirror back up and turned slightly to watch her girlfriend peer at the road ahead as she chewed the inside of her cheek. Hollis looked especially yummy today, because she was wearing the ripped jean shorts that’d been hiding in her summer clothes bin for the last six and a half months. They cut off just above the knee, showcasing her shapely legs. She paired them with a simple black tank top and matching Mountain Sole Sun hiking boots. All in all, Hollis always looked like she was born and raised out in the wilderness. Not that Whitney was complaining; She loved being with a girl who knew how to fish at an expert level, and rub two sticks together to create a fire in case they needed it.

The house was quiet as usual except Rachel trying to go around to see what fun thing to do. Dawn came and it was almost time to leave for Diapora secretly. Rielle was glad that she could leave Alex territory to go get a good air outside. A place far away from Alex. Although she doesn't know where Rachel would be taking her to but she was glad she would be leaving. Rachel walked into the room fully dressed in a black short gown which was revealing. It hardly covered her boobs and it was transparent. Rielle was taken aback at the way she dressed cause that wasn't like Rachel. Even though she is crazy, she is also decent. She loves her reputation cause she is the fourth strongest among the werewolves.

Chapter 62 Author’s Pov Rachel had never been one to back away from a challenge, but lately, her mind had been consumed with more than just business. The world had always seemed clear to her, but now, her powers,her ability to see people’s desires and understand their deepest thoughts,had become sharper, more defined. She no longer had to guess at what people wanted. It was like stepping into their minds, understanding their needs before they even spoke them. And with every new revelation, every new insight, it felt as though she was gaining more control over the world around her.

I moved without purpose, my body carrying me on instinct alone. A cigarette rested between my fingers, smoke trailing lazily through the air. I didn’t realise where I was headed until I stopped. The library. Warm light spilt from within. Rachel stood by one of the shelves, on the tips of her toes as she reached for a book. Her expression was soft, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in days. She froze when she sensed me. Turning slowly, her eyes met mine. “Oh,” she said quietly. Something in my chest shifted.

Although Belle had now gotten older and was more mature, in the past she liked to do what her mother often called “Monkey acts.” What she meant was, climbing on trees and demanding little Damian to follow her while Rachel laugh with the book she always hold on her hand. Each day, her sister hold different books, at some point making Belle wondered if she had ever finished any of those with the fast pacing of books that she bring each day. Rachel stared at the window. She had sat on her bed while holding her book but placing her focus somewhere else in her head. Her eyes turning darker and hollow the longer she stared at it.

Her crimson coat had been discarded, revealing a long black gown threaded with blood-colored runes. A brazier burned at her feet, its flame an unnatural shade of blue. From her pocket, she pulled out a tiny glass vial. Within it, a single strand of hair floated—Rachel’s hair. “By blood, scent, and soul,” she whispered, “bring her to me.” The blue flame leapt higher. --- **Back in the Penthouse** Rachel jolted as a sudden chill shot through her spine. The hairs on her neck stood on end, and a prickling sensation crawled over her skin like static.

She played with the flowers on her lap, staring ahead. It was strange seeing her quiet. Rachel used to talk endlessly about her day, about everything she found interesting, or about the novel she was reading. I listened even when I had no idea what she was talking about. She just needed my attention, and I gave it. I wondered if she still read the way she used to. "What book are you reading right now?" I asked. She frowned, her lips parting slightly as she looked at me. "Book?" "A novel?" "I’m not reading any novels. I don’t think I even read…" she trailed off.

Rachel got to the library, entering the right security code and the iris camera, the door flung open as she walked in, slamming the door behind her. Rachel immediately fell to the ground as she gasped for air, she tilted her head, relaxing on the table as she clutched her belly. “Arya cannot hurt my baby… Athena cannot hurt me” Rachel muttered as she stared blankly at the floor, her eyes widening in fear as she bit her lips. “I need to hide” Rachel jerked up, heading to the bookshelves, punching a hidden button, a door opened behind the bookshelves and Rachel ran in as the door closed behind her.

“Though finding a mate lingered on her mind, she soon embraced the adventure and allure of Iridian. Little did she know, Rachel was going to get much more than she bargained for. Would Rachel venture into the darkness if she knew her deepest desire hid just within?” I gasp as I break free from the subtle magic that had been seeping through my skin. It rode in on the warmth that radiated from the book. It had been slowly wrapping around my will, pinning me there until I read the entirety of my own book. Even now, with it’s claws out of my skin, I still wanted to read that book. What was even worse, the hair-raising wheeze of at least four librarian’s sounded—all within hearing range.

Silly things, important things, everything in between. "I like getting your texts," Samuel said one evening. "Even the ones about Luna's diaper disasters?" "Especially those. They make me laugh." "You have a strange sense of humor." "Says the woman who texted me a photo of Isaac wearing a pot on his head." "That was objectively funny." "It really was." By fall, life felt stable again. Not perfect, never perfect, but solid. Riley's sixth novel came out in September. The third and final book in her Vineyard Pack Chronicles. It tied together all the storylines, giving readers the ending they'd been waiting for.

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

She didn’t seem like the type to snoop, but I couldn’t be sure. Beside me, Lilac studied me with quiet curiosity, her hazel eyes sharp despite the relaxed way she sipped at her tea. She had questions—of course she did. She’d pulled a woman from a wrecked car in a blizzard—a woman in a hurry to get to something—or rather, someone—in Aspen. I’d already admitted I was traveling to see Stacey to break up. That much had slipped out earlier. But the why? That was still mine to hold.

An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

A week later, Jody started contacting me nonstop. Shivering in bed in her tiny rental apartment, she remembered when we first started the business together, huddled in that drafty house, me holding her to keep her warm. When she found green onions in her meal, she'd automatically think of me picking them out for her. After the miscarriage, she started missing sweet Chloe all the time. But I never opened a single one of her messages. The chat screen that had once been so cold on her side—now the roles were reversed.

Rachael’s POV I dressed carefully, choosing simple clothes that wouldn't draw attention. Black pants. Gray sweater. My hair pulled back in a practical braid. The Continental Council representatives would arrive within the hour. My hands trembled as I fastened the clasp on my necklace—the one piece of jewelry I'd kept from my old life. I forced them steady. I'd survived Christopher. Survived the siege. I could survive questions. A knock at the door. Kelvin entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs of coffee.

However, Hazel who stayed by her side was more composed and she approached Alexander carefully. “Hello, Mr. Lancaster.” She greeted him politely. Rachel kept on throwing cold and mean gaze toward him, but Alexander didn’t pay any attention to her. Instead, he asked Hazel about the situation. “What’s going on here? I had her wait at Chloe’s hospital room, so why is she here in an accident?” Hearing Chloe’s name being mentioned, Rachel could no longer hide her hatred for him. The memory of her niece almost dying seven years ago and having to live her life abroad while raising four kids on her own. It was too much for her to handle.

Something had to be done. Rachel was waiting with a bright smile for them. “Hi, Bonnie! Thank you for coming to sit with us.” She said, then gestured to the dark-haired girl with her. “This is Molly and I’m Miss Rachel.” Molly stood excitedly. “Hello! Do you want to read with me?” Bonnie nodded tentatively and joined her on the bench. The teachers stood aside, chatting quietly as Molly pointed to different things in her book. “I like your earrings.” Bonnie said shyly.

"Smart right?" "Way to toot your own horn," Rachel said, going to check the records shelf, It had a lot of oldies, from Lionel Ritchie, to Madonna, to Mariah Carieh and Whitney Houston, she kept going through the records while he sat back on the duffle back and tried to open the wine and kept failing. "Puss," Rachel murmured under her breath. "Heard that," "Not necessarily my problem, my lord." "Oh my, you got Billie Eilish WWFAS WDWG full album!" Rachel cried excitedly.