Fangirl Rainbow Rowell Novels & Stories

“I don’t want another bond.” “That’s not what I meant,” Rowan said. “I meant purpose. Choice. Ground you choose to stand on.” Her hand drifted to her stomach again. Rowan noticed. I didn't comment. Later that night, after Rowan left, Elara sat alone and let herself cry quietly for the first time since crossing Frostveil’s border. Not loud. Not breaking. Just enough to release the pressure. When she finally lay back, exhaustion pulled her under. This dream was different.

Amy couldn't believe Jonah Parker pulled her name out and now both of them were to work together. She felt the look of the other girls on her, and she knew it wasn't because they were happy for her. She was thankful none of them had laser eyes or she would be dead already, as all their looks were icy and somehow murderous.

[sleepy eiycee: I’ll start referring to Raine as Xuiying from this point.] As days pass by, Raine at least knows that she has indeed transmigrated and is now a young lady named Qi Xiuying. She is now the second lady of a well-known family of merchants in the capital of the Feng empire. Today, her mother Xi Hui is accompanying her while embroidering. She felt loved as she heard her mother talk of their past, although those belong to the original owner of her current body.

My little guy beams and pats Karli’s cheek in agreement. Rainbow is the most popular vendor around here. She’s this mystical hippie lady with colorful hair, arms full of bangles and a heart of gold. Plus, her intuition is spookily accurate, something that probably runs in the family—Ziggy Beaumont is her niece, after all. She lives right down the road from Arnold and me, and my son absolutely adores her.

Education: Primary School: Shanghai United International School Year Graduate: May 2003 Secondary School: Shanghai United International School Year Graduate: June 2004 College School: University of Manila Year Graduate: May 2008 Position Company: Head Manager, Village Forest Cafe Bartender Freelance Model in Beijing, International Modeling “What if they discover them at the company you mentioned?” Raiden inquired of her godchild. “My job was legitimate before I became your agent,” Lixue explained to her godfather, Raiden. Raiden’s gaze shifted to his godchild, having changed over the past year. “Show it to him later if he returns home early,” Raiden advised her godchild.

There must be some misunderstanding. With a cold expression, I stared at the woman. “Who are you?” Before Trevor could say a word, she stepped forward. Extending her hand, she smiled and said sweetly, “Hi, I’m Rachel Rain. I’ve always been Trevor’s one and only real girlfriend.” Right in front of me, she looped her arm around Trevor’s neck and hitched a leg around his waist, leaning forward until her ample chest was pressed against him. With a sultry smile, she whispered into his ear, “Trevor, care to explain who this is?”

To process. The journal sits on her desk. Leather-bound. Expensive. A gift from Diana who said, "Your story deserves to be preserved. Write it down. For your children. For history. For yourself." So Elara writes. Night after night. Page after page. The impossible truth of her existence. Tonight she's writing about the beginning. About Rachel's death. About waking up as Raven. About those first terrifying moments of realizing she was in the wrong body.

She was supposedly Rowan's girlfriend since they were in high-school, but I had never met her because she was studying overseas. “It's… It's a pleasure, ma'am. I'm Elara.” Somehow, the thought of Rowan having a fiancée unsettled me. It wasn't like I was against their union, no, they looked perfect for each other— I just couldn't help but feel a pinch of jealousy growing in my heart. I had to shake it off and focus.

She tells me. Later on that day we are sitting in River and Sydney’s dorm room. They got lucky and were able to get the same room. Sydney is in the band and River is still one of the water people for the football team. “Riv, you did a great job on your room.” I told her. “Thank you, Sydney, and I worked hard to make it our own. So, are you happy for school to start on Monday?” River asks me. “Nope, not really, but I am excited that we have your room to ourselves.” I tell her, walking her back towards the bed. I lay her down, then kiss her from neck to her mouth, then back to her neck. I go to slide my hand under her shirt, but then her roommate Sydney walks in.

Rain couldn’t help the thoughts circling her head, and she was thankful to have made it through the class without Mother Indigo calling on her and finding out she was no longer paying attention to her lecture. Walking out of the classroom, Rain bumped shoulders with a tall, dark haired girl named Owl. “Sorry,” she muttered. “It’s okay. But are you?” Owl asked. She wore her hair in two braids, like a little girl, even though Rain thought she was twenty-two, a year older than she was. Most of the girls in her classes were since she’d been advanced. “You look like you’re deep in thought.” “Oh, yeah, just… thinking about the lecture.”