Chandler Rachel Novels & Stories

Finally, remembering Elaina’s presence he gently removed her arms and stepped beside her. “Elaina this is Rachel.” He said finally his face a deep shade of red. “She’s….” Rachel stepped forward holding out her hand to Elaina. “I’m his fiancé.” The word sounded foreign to Elaina as it bounced around her head. His fiancé. He most certainly forgot to mention that when he was kissing her not even a week ago. Crossing her arms Elaina lowered her gaze to Rachel’s outstretched hand. Noticing Elaina’s look Rachel lowered it quickly and stepped back again taking Chase’s hand in hers.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

She told me all about Chehalis and the people that lived there, my new neighbours - since she had gotten me to sign the purchase offer – and about Chandra. The front door opened and I heard a voice call out. “I smell a man, a delicious smelling man.” “In the kitchen.” Lauren laughed as the woman stepped into the kitchen and I did a mental double take. “Ooh a baby!” Before I could blink she had Riley in her arms kissing her fingers and walked over to Lauren and kissed her on the mouth. Chandra had short black hair, cut in a pixie style, which suited her petite features. Echo mentioned something about a threesome and bikini’s in a hot tub in our future and I had to physically block him out.

Again, my face is flaming, I look everywhere but him, his words were beautiful, and if I have come here willingly to mingle and to forget Abed, then this photographer fixing his glasses and his hesitant smile would not be a bad idea. “Connor Law, more than a pleasure to meet you.” He stretches his hand out, I hesitate, wondering if he knew me or not, and if he knew about my scandal, and what it would mean. “Rachel... Rachel Greene.” I say, waiting for realization to fill his eyes, make an excuse before running away, but his eyes never light up, instead he tests out the name on his tongue. I put his camera in his outstretched hand, before walking out of the water, it was starting to get reall

Hope you're good’ A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could send back a text, Rachel descended the stairs in all her glory. She wore a strapless red silk gown that stopped just above her knees, with a slit running high up on her right thigh. Chloe gave a little amused laugh. “I knew you had other plans.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I might have a date.” “Date? I thought you broke up with Drake?” “Oh not Drake,” said Rachel as she walked down the stairs. “It's some guy I met on Tinder.”

Rachel finally stood up, turning to me with a smile. “Don’t be mad. I’m just the kind of person who loves joking around—it makes life more fun. I’m not interested in him at all, and he doesn’t see me as a woman. We’re just buddies.” With that, Rachel walked over to me, her smile widening. “I’ve heard so much about Trevor’s stunning girlfriend, and wow, the rumors don’t lie.” It hit me then—Trevor had mentioned her before. But why would she suddenly come to our home, especially considering how far Riverdale was from where we live?

The Rachel Weekend as it’s become known by me, Dani and Katie, turns out to just be the start. The new Scott has been unleashed. The weekend after the Rachel weekend, he has a date with a photographer called Jenny. It lasts for several days. The Saturday after that, there’s a gym with a Pilates instructor called Leanne. She only lasts one night, but then he’s back with Rachel. But only in the Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. By Saturday, a graphic designer called Chloe pops out of nowhere. She stays until Monday, when Rachel appears again. But only for one night, because he’s back with Jenny again the following evening, while I’m left to fight off phone calls from others. And so it goes on.

I heard Chastity ask from behind Rachel, and I smirked to myself. “OH. It’s you.” Rachel mumbled when she spun around, and saw Chastity. “Hello Rachel. How are you?” Chastity asked as she took her seat across from me. “I….uh….fine.” Rachel sputtered. “That’s good. Can we get a Coke, Dr. Pepper, and a water please?” Chastity requested as she picked up her menu. Rachel only nodded then walked away quickly. I chuckled at how fast she moved away. I looked up to catch the smirk on Chastity’s face at the same time.

She read from her phone before taking another bite of her carrot. My pulse quickened, and a cold chill ran down my spine as my heartbeat spiked. My fingers curled into a tight fist against the table. “The Hendersons are crazy,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “Well, it seems Rachel is up to something,” Carolina mumbled. “She’s trying to draw you out, but her strategy is as lame as her fake lifestyle.” I groaned, unclenching my fist as I took another sip of water. “I don’t know why they keep getting under my skin…”

~ Ten years later My life is completely transformed. I am no longer Delilah. I’m Rachel Green, the nonchalant, jobless girl everyone thinks is obsessed with Richard Maranzano because I have been living my life with curiosities about his life. It is nerve-wracking how close yet far away I am from him. I know every single detail about his life - what he does, what he eats, what he wears, who he’s with. Every single detail is stored is kept in my brain.