Glee Rachel Jesse Novels & Stories

The same doe eyes, the same delicate cheekbones, and the way she bit her lip when she was nervous… it was harder to miss. It took me two weeks to learn everything about her. Rachael Jennings, twenty-three years old. Barely scraping by on tips, living in a rundown studio apartment, and supporting her younger brother who was recovering from a car accident. She was desperate; I was desperate. The perfect combination. I approached her after her shift that day, dressed in a designer coat that screamed wealth and power. The kind that made people listen. She was wiping down the last table, her movements slow and tired.

“Ally will give you a new phone under an alias. You can contact people, but no details about us. No locations. No descriptions. If you ever want to see someone, it happens through the hike. Understood?” Candice met his eyes. “Understood.” “You’ll still have signal until the drop off,” I added. “So handle anything you need to before then.” She absorbed it all with surprising calm. Blake stepped forward then, hands in his pockets, trying to act casual but clearly curious. “Hi, Mrs Rachel.” “Blake, hey.” He glanced at Jason, then back at me. “Would it be okay if I came with? I haven’t really seen Jocelyn since she left with Mr Chris.”

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned quiet. Rachel furrowed her brow and turned to stare at Gwen with a look of disbelief. Rachel was a doctor who specialized in the treatment of comatose patients, so she had seen plenty during her time and was thus always able to keep calm even in stressful situations. To be frank, Rachel's first impression of Gwen had not been a good one. Rachel remembered the numerous times Gwen had tried to escape from Luke while in Merchant City. Not only that, but she even witnessed Gwen trying to persuade Kate to help her take care of Luke after she was gone.

Rachel finished dryly. I smiled, grateful for the small kindness of their teasing. “You two look beautiful.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “We’ve been pretending to network, but really, we’re just counting how many times people mention Michelle Hughes in one sentence.” I laughed softly. “I bet it’s a record.” “Are you okay being here?” Rachel asked gently. I hesitated. “Define ‘okay’.” She gave a knowing smile, and I didn’t answer. My eyes wandered, and I caught sight of Grace.

I said as I showed Rachel the part I was talking about. We just wanted to make things look special for her. She looked so excited as she dressed up in the gown I had sown for her. "Oh, my goodness. This is lovely." She complimented as she turned around, checking herself out. "I'm glad you love it," I said, smiling widely at my accomplishment. "Why won't I? It’s so pretty but I’m so nervous,” she said with a sigh and I could see that she was nervous. "You don't have to be. You can do just fine, Jessi." Rachel assured her as she moved closer to pat her on the shoulders as if to reassure her.

She looked at Derek as if asking him what he did to Rachel while Derek wa standing stunned at his place. He could not understand what was happening while Giselle went to the kitten and brought a galss of water. She gave it to Rachel and made her drink it. Few minutes later, Rachel was calmed down a bit and Giselle decided if was time for her to ask Rachel what happened. Derek did not left as he stood near the door while Giselle took Rachel's hand in her's. "H e y .. L o o k... a t... m e." She rubbed backside of her hand as she started transferring her energy into Rachel's body without Rachel knowing. She learned it when she was with Zayn. She could calm anyone with a touch of her hands.

"Cassie, we’re just picking out the dress. You’re acting like it’s the wedding itself. How will you behave at my wedding then?" She put her hand on her chest, eyes wide. "Girl, the dress is for the wedding. Ask any woman with P*******t." Before I could answer, Rachel came in, dressed in a sleek tan jumpsuit, heels clicking against the hardwood. "Did I hear something about glitter and screaming?" Cassie clapped her hands together. "Rachel! You’re coming too?" Rachel shrugged with a playful smile. "Of course. I wasn’t going to miss the bridal gown meltdown."

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 were

At the time, Rachel was standing in front of the mirror, draping a goose-yellow fabric over herself. She was comparing which shade would better suit the skin tone of a client who had ordered a custom piece. Belle froze, staring. From the back, Rachel’s figure and movements looked eerily like the “glamorous woman in the walk-in closet” whose short nighttime clips had exploded online these past few days. Even the hair color and length matched perfectly. Oh. My. God. Belle panicked. She was a fresh graduate Rachel had hired after an interview—girl-next-door looks, lively personality, slightly mischievous, and fond of browsing all sorts of questionable content.