Rachael Runyan Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Canine Alpha is standing over Bellamy’s desk, his posture is far more aggressive than I appreciate. “Hi, you might remember me. I’m Ryann Gale. Sorry, I was heading to the kitchen and I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. You are yelling by the way, did you know that?” I pause and take a deep breath, then adjust my braid a little, is there a hair that’s pulled just a little bit too tight somewhere? Ugh I hate that.

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.

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

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

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.

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.”

“Even if nothing else comes of this. I'm glad I got to see your face.” Then she walked out without looking back. I sat there just staring at the card. My phone buzzed. Alex. Then Sal. Then Dominic. I didn't check any of them, picked up the card instead. Rachael Brown. Attorney at Law. Boston. I blanked. My chest tightened for some odd reason. She was a lawyer. Just like out father. Was that a bad thing?

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.

Then I make a run for it. My heart races as my feet pound the earth in my new Nike running shoes, my eyes focused on the bright yellow ribbon moving gently with the breeze. I’m sure I’ve tripped the border alarm by crossing it, but if I move quickly enough, I can get back over before anyone finds me. I skid into the treeline on the other side of the clearing, grabbing for the ribbon. There’s a tiny white envelope tied to one end of it, but I don’t have time to look at what’s inside. I have to move fast if I’m going to pull this off.