Novel & Cerita Glee Santana Rachel

He squeezes and lets go of my hand. “Was that Surge you were talking to?” I blush a little and look away, “Yeah, we hung out today.” She looked at me long and hard before stepping out of the doorway, “Katherine, don't do that. Don't hang out with people like Surge. He's trouble, and plus he only wants one thing from girls.” She keeps her eyes tightly on the floor. Rachel is different from the last time I saw her. We both have grandpa Riley's piercing blue eyes. She has jet black hair, her nose has a small gold hoop in it. Her dark makeup makes her blue eyes pop more. At the top of the stairs, She pulls a joint out of her cigarette pack, “Don't tell my dad ok?” I just nod and we both squeeze

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 reached up and grabbed it, heading farther from the fire, past a few rows of seating areas. Three people sat in front of me, three women, all alike. You could tell they were related. Each shared the same auburn hair. They all laughed at something as we grew closer. The one in the middle turned her gaze to Drake. Their eyes were locking instantly. A smile pulled on her lips. The scar on her face faded compared to what I had seen in my vision. Her Golden eyes were twinkling in the light of the fire. Her eyes shifted from Drake to me. Her smile was slightly altering, a bit of nervousness taking over. Her sister and her mother turned to look at me as well. “Athena, this is my mate, Rachel, her

She sighs, and my eyes widen. "I think I'm going to punch you," I say, then watch as Riley chuckles at the seriousness of my words. I am 300% serious. "Do you really think I'll stand that low?" Rachel shrugs. That bitch fucking shrugged! "We're talking about Ace Carter here!" Rachel says. "The sex god! The king of the kings! The definition of hot!" Sam glares at the side of Rachel's head before clearing his throat, making her turn to look at him. "Her words, not mine," Rachel quickly says and puts her hands up in surrender.

I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs. “ Hello, Santino!” Ethan’s voice comes from the small device. “ Hello Ethan, how is the search going?” Santino asks, sounding all carefree, even though his face remains stoic. His shifts his gaze and his sapphire lock with mine for a moment. My lips part as I breathe out through my lips. Santino’s eyes briefly shift to my lips, he licks his, and they shift back to capture mine.

'But…I thought Rachel specializes in the study of vegetative patients. Why did Steven reach out to Rachel?' With that thought in her mind, Gwen furrowed her brow. Just when she was about to say something, Steven walked toward them. "Dr. Liddell." He smiled and extended his hand out to shake hands with Rachel. "I came to pick you up." Rachel offered a sheepish smile. "I just got off the plane and saw my friends…" She took a deep breath and introduced her friends to Steven without any means of hiding them. "This is Luna, a talented jewelry designer. This here is Gwen, a woman talented in her own rights, too."

"This is the most interesting case I've had all year." Sienna leaned into the camera. "Can you do it?" Rachel's smile was fierce. "Can I do it? Honey, I'm going to destroy him so thoroughly he'll wish he'd never heard the word marriage." I looked at the faces around me. Sienna. Marcus. Dante. Rachel on screen. My team. Flynn Lancaster had no idea what was coming. But he was about to find out.

Our gazes darted to the doorway as Rachel strode in, her heels clicking against the floor with a deliberate rhythm. Her mascara was overdone, and her wavy brown hair was pulled into a pristine ponytail. A black dress hugged her figure tightly, her presence radiating a calculated confidence. Her eyes flicked to where Peter’s hand rested on mine, and for a split second, her expression twisted into a glower before she masked it with a saccharine smile. Peter quickly let go, stepping back as discomfort flickered across his face. "Oh, Martha," Rachel gasped dramatically, placing her manicured hand over her chest. "What happened to you? Peter told me, and I’ve been worried sick!"

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.

And another until I was standing out on the back patio. Gaelan had his mate in a death grip. Clutched her tightly to his chest, as if she was his last lifeline. Both had tears streaming down their faces. Rachel sobbed. Gaelan cried in silence. Kissed the top of his mate's head. "What's wrong?" I finally croaked out. Their heads slowly turned to face me. Wide-eyed and bloodshot. When they took me in, their faces fell even more. Rachel turned back around. Started sobbing from the start. Hiccups soon followed.