Rachael Runyan Novels & Stories

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

Quieter. A shadow stepped in front of her. “Easy,” said a woman’s voice. No gun. Just calm. “You’re not the only one running.” Evelyn looked up. A woman in a flannel jacket, maybe early 40s, scars on her face, carrying a machete and a steady stare. “I’m Rhea,” the woman said. “And you’re Evelyn Cross.” Evelyn didn’t answer. “You don’t have to say it,” Rhea added. “But I know what they did to you. I saw the files.”

It led up to a narrow and dimly lit corridor. Rachel finally stopped and turned to face her. “I wrote that note.” “Yeah, I figured. But why?” Leah asked with a puzzled expression. Rachel heaved a sigh. “Because I know what they're doing to you and I too have been a victim of their games.” “What?” Leah's breath caught and her eyes grew wider. “I came here two years ago.” Racheal began, her voice low and steady. “I was desperately in need of a job because we needed the money back home. Everything was going well. I just cleaned the mansion, followed orders, and stayed quiet. But then..”

And as she stepped out into the world once more, Racheal carried with her the wisdom gleaned from the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, knowing that no matter what obstacles lay in her path, she had the strength and resilience to overcome them with grace and dignity. In the bustling metropolis of New York City, amidst the towering skyscrapers and crowded streets, lived Racheal, a young woman with dreams as big as the city itself. From a young age, Racheal had always been drawn to the fast-paced world of business and corporate life. She admired the professionals she saw in sleek suits, confidently navigating through meetings and making impactful decisions. Determined to carve her own path

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

I laughed harder at the tongue Blondie stuck out to Red; like a child who didn't get his way. "Hello ladies," Ryan greeted the group of girls who were trying to suppress their giggles. They blushed and turned and started whispering. "Jacob come on. Training couldn't have been that bad," he said to his friend. "You have no idea. Chan said she's hardly ever trained before this and it's like she's been doing this for years. Who the fuck can run ten miles straight?!" He shouted. I bit back a grin and watched Ryan's mouth gaped open.

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.

Nyra pressed a new rune into Rachel’s palm. “You’re the last vessel,” she said. “But maybe you’re the first real choice.” Rachel held the rune tightly. “Then it’s time I start acting like it.”

The details of my plan were still sketchy, but I knew that kind of money was the difference between being forced into sexual servitude to the man and having my sisters at his mercy, or getting them somewhere safe. As I read on, I discovered that if I managed to evade all the hunters, I would win a million dollars. They were quick to point out that only one woman had been successful in doing so in the three years the show had been broadcasting to its elite subscribers. There was a link to her profile, and I clicked on it out of curiosity. She was a lovely woman with dark hair and dark eyes. The site didn’t give her full name, but her first name was Rachel, and her background included two year

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.