Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs Novels & Stories

Why? Is it because I had no one to protect me?, or was it all a test from god? I never let anything get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up. Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies. However, this was inacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Looked at my puffy red eyes, my dirty headscarf. I looked like shit, How can I survive when those people post that video on net?

When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals. Unfortunately, the truth was exposed before they could plagiarize any other artwork. I felt nothing when I heard the details of Simon's and Yasmin's downfall. I only wondered why they couldn't stick to a simple life where they didn't have to go against their conscience. It was too bad that they were too blinded by greed to understand such a value. These days, I was kept on my feet at the ER department while Aaron oversaw the wedding planning. It was another typical day at work when we received a call about a serious pile-up. Paramedics and doctors were requested to tend to the casualties on-site.

they were nothing I’d ever seen. A loud crack sounded from underneath us and Elijah’s running stopped completely. The ground shifted under his feet and our bodies collapsed into the the crack that was forming. A hand clasped my arm and pulled me from Elijah’s grasp with ease. “I’ve never seen someone wish death upon themselves so badly before.” Rhyland spoke but his voice was toned with what sounded like a dimension of four other voices. His expression was something I’ve never seen but oddly.. I wasn’t scared. Rhyland pushed me behind his muscular figure while Elijah stood trapped in the cracked stones. His fingers gripped the side of the earth as the crack broke open a bit more.

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

Cold blood rushes on Rachel’s body, knowing what they want to do with her. “Let go of me! You buffoons!” She screamed as she struggled to free herself from his grip. “Help!” “Shhh... no one’s going to hear you, babe.” He was about to touch her face, but she turned to the side, avoiding him. Out from reflexes, she reared back her feet and mustered all the strength in her body, kicking the man on his groin. He instantly let go of her as he clutched his balls, howling and jumping in pain. Without wasting any seconds, Rachel took off and broke into a full-speed run, vowing to herself not to take this path ever again.

"You two are so disgustingly sweet." Jefferson smirked. "If you think this is bad, wait till the honeymoon." Jack shot him a glare. "Stay out of my business." We all laughed, the tension momentarily lifting. Then, as if on cue, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and froze. Rachel’s trial was set. The reminder sent a chill through me, but I quickly pushed the thought away. That part of my life was over. Rachel was behind bars, and she couldn’t touch me anymore.

"So fucking tired of pretending. Of surviving instead of living. I just... I want to be enough. For you. Without the mask." I cup his face, wiping his tears with my thumbs even as mine fall. "You are," I whisper. I see him. Oh, it has never been clearer than this. And it is breaking my heart. He breaks again, sobbing harder, pulling me against him. I hold him through it, rocking slowly, whispering nonsense until his sobs turn to sniffles, then to shaky breaths. How is Rachel still walking around scot-free? How is she still so determined to crush a man who's barely breathing? I've made up my mind now. That wench has to pay.

Now, with Karen and Jack arguing in hushed but heated tones a few meters from the crate, I move swiftly and start cutting the ropes binding my wrists. Jake’s eyes catch mine, and his expression shifts from sorrow to determination. He glances at our captors, then leans forward slightly. "Hurry up, Rachael," he whispers, his voice low but urgent. I nod and work faster. My fingers fumble as adrenaline floods my veins. The ropes finally snap, and relief washes over me as I quietly free my hands. I use my now-free fingers to toss the knife toward Jake.

“Go ahead. I have copies saved in multiple places. One email to your husband and your boss and this whole perfect life you have blows up. So here’s the deal. You’re going to do exactly what I say, or everyone sees what a cheating slut you really are.” She was breathing fast, eyes wet. I could see her hands shaking. “What do you want?” she asked quietly. I leaned back. “Take your top off. Right now.” Rachel stared at me for a long moment, then slowly pulled her tank top over her head. Her tits were perfect, a full C-cups with small pink nipples already hard. She covered them with her arms. “Drop your shorts too. And don’t cover up.” She stood up, pushed her pajama shorts and panties down in o

With a twisted expression, he waited for the right time to point the gun at Rachel. But to his surprise, Rachel spun around and approached him within seconds. She grabbed his wrist and pointed the gun upward. Elias was shocked. He wondered how that was even possible. It seemed like a scene from a movie! Rachel flashed a bloodthirsty smile. "You're asking for it!" Then, she snapped Elias' wrist. With a loud crack, Elias' wrist contorted at an unnatural angle. Rachel had snapped it using only her bare hands! "Ahh! My arm's broken!" Elias writhed on the ground in pain, his face smeared with tears and snot.