Chandler Rachel Novels & Stories

~ RACHEL’S POV It’s been a week since Richie and I parted ways and ever since then, my heart has been in curial pain. I just can’t seem to shake the feeling of emptiness swirling inside of me. My heart feels completely disconnected from my body, I can’t do anything at all without having to think of Richie and wondering if I should reach out to him again. I’ve tried reaching out to him; I called, but it just wouldn’t go through, and when I texted, it didn’t deliver. I know he specifically asked me not to contact him, but I can’t help but feel this overwhelming urge to reach out, especially since I feel like I have no purpose anymore. It sounds a bit crazy, but without Richie, I feel utterly l

To humiliate me and show me that she has done her research and I am sure she thinks she knows me now. “You want to spar with me Layla. If that is what you wanted, then you could have just said so.” She asked for it. “No, I don’t want to spar with you. I want a one-on-one battle between the two of us. I am challenging you, Luna.” Well, why didn’t she just say so? Clearly my words fell on deaf ears, I guess I needed to open her ears one more time then and maybe this time I would get through to her. “Challenge accepted.” She is not of beta blood or gamma.

She moved away during our senior year and things between us fell apart; not for lack of trying on her part, but due to my insecurities and mostly because of my boyfriend, Chase. “What is Ophelia thinking though, choosing such gloomy colors for her daughter’s wedding? And she calls herself a designer.” Rachel complains and my attention reverts to her. I resist the urge to heave a sigh, and sip my tea instead. I do not like tea, but I drink it every time I visit Rachel. Rachel is the granddaughter of an English Lady, so she takes pleasure in acting ‘British.’ “I'm sure you are wondering why I called you here.” She finally gets to the point.

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

His eyes went wide for a moment, his cheeks going pale, but he regained his composure so quickly I wasn't one hundred percent sure I had even seen him hesitate. "Hello, Dean," I said, proud that my voice didn't shake. I wiped my hand on my skirt under the desk before rising and offering it to him. His hand enveloped mine, the touch sending electrified tingles down my spine. His face gave nothing away as he let go and took a seat across from me. "Rachel. I didn't know you worked for the Saunders family." He kept his voice neutral and professional, but I felt a thrill that he recognized me. I pushed my excitement down, though. Nothing good could come from it.

Sleep never came. By morning, I was wired and bone-tired, my nerves taut as strings. So when my phone buzzed with an unknown number, I nearly ignored it. answer. We need to talk. - Rachel Rachel. My chest tightened. Rachel,Allen’s golden fiancée, the woman who’d spent months threatening me, defending him, trying to erase me. I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the delete button. Why would she want to talk to me now? After Allen's public meltdown, after everything that had happened...

Michelle finally breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, Channing’s mother spotted Aron and Rachel standing not far away, surprise flashing across her face—clearly not expecting to run into them here. Aron walked over with Rachel and politely greeted her. Channing’s mother asked why they were here. Aron explained that he and Rachel were en route to Norway for their honeymoon. While waiting for their connecting flight, Rachel heard the emergency broadcast and wanted to donate blood. They only remembered afterward that pregnant women couldn’t donate, so they hadn’t followed through.

“Don’t you ever give in to any advances from my generals. That won’t help you. Romance will make you weak. I can’t afford you to be weak.” Tess felt uneasy with the Chairman’s last statement. At the back of her head the question led her not to any of the generals eyeing her from a distance. But to her former classmate whom she turned away. It was just days since the reunion party that had her and Hugh crossed paths. *** Rachel and Sarah easily hit it off from the time they met at the publicity company that hired and let them grow as independent women. Sarah was ahead by two years and sort of became Rachel’s mentor when she was a newbie. They have similar tastes in fashion and in men.

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

"I will beat the living hell out of her and make sure she doesn't come close to Desmond ever again" "You really are something.. going this far just for a guy?" Stephanie shook her head "And what is that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked, a bit angry "I will just put a call through Chloe and Halle.. Stephanie said changing the topic Chloe and Halle were Rachel's best friends. They went clubbing and shopping together "Better" Rachel rolled her eyes and sat on her bed • • ★Few minutes later★ "Oh sweet heart, it's been ages. Any good news" Chloe ask hugging Rachel