Novelas y relatos de Rachael Runyan

A few seconds later, Kiara was still staring at her with her lips sealed to say a word; the young lady tried to comprehend the mute sadness of sister Mary. The heavy feeling of her constant gaze rose to a panic in the old lady and she licked her lips, looking here and there. To avoid any possible questionnaire from Kiara, she drifted her eyes to Rachel and asked politely, “So, what do you do, child?” Her lips twitched into a hesitant smile. Rachel smiled in response before answering. “I’m a head accountant at an organic product-based company, Ally Natures.” Her reply made the lady smile back at her with a positive nod.

“What’s wrong with Vulcanites?” “Oh, nothing.” She smiled placidly. Before he could get out another word, she launched into introductions without a preamble. “This is Rachel Rutledge,” she said indicating a tan brunette with maple-brown eyes sitting in the armchair next to them. “That’s Ceres Ayers”—she pointed at a beautiful girl with light brown skin and long, luxurious black hair—“and that’s Ricky Collins.” The boy that had his head in the lap of the girl named Ceres, looked like a miniature version of Coach Collins but with gray eyes. “Hey,” James said with a nod and a wave. “You like it here so far?” asked Rachel in a thick Texan accent.

Rachel replied, even though she knew it was her early morning run that paid off. "You keep surprising me everytime" Yandel said, shaking his head. "And you took mean, one time I thought you were an asshole and now you're just taking me to where I always wanted to go," Rachel replied. In the next hour, she was at home on her bed. Tomorrow was the day she was going to carry out her first scheme against Xander Miller and Alice. And she didn't have room to mess shit up, she was excited and nervous at the same time, she was finally gonna plot her revenge for Araceli and she needed this to go well.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

She was just herself. "Hi," she said simply. "I'm Rachel. Before I audition, I need to tell you something." Maria and I exchanged glances. "Go ahead," I said. "I'm a survivor too." Rachel's voice was steady but soft. "I left my ex-husband four years ago. He put me in the hospital twice. I've been following your work with the Emma Grace Foundation since it launched." She paused, taking a breath. "I know some people might think I'm using my story to get this role. Maybe I am. But I fought to be here because I understand this character in my bones. I know what it's like to be paralyzed by fear, to lose yourself completely, and then to find the strength to come back."

She was dressed in clothes so colorful they almost hurt my eyes after the drabness of pack life and the somber tones of Austin’s mansion. “Hi!” she chirped, her voice as bright as her outfit. “You must be Selena! I’m Rachel Moreau, but everyone calls me Rach. Mr Thorne hired me to, like, totally get you up to speed on stuff!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, radiating an energy that felt completely out of place in this cold, quiet house. I just stared at her. This bubbly creature was going to teach me how to be...what? Less like a wild animal dragged from a river?

“Raveen's Lavina. Lavina was only Raveen's" []

My pack, my family, and my mate. I'm Autumn Wilde, The Luna of Dark Knight Pack. The End

I shouted and after making that speech I started heading for the cave with a huge army following me. Even if none of them had followed me I still would have gone alone anyways, to face the demon army by myself. ********* Riana's POV Ever since that night after doing some thinking, I made a decision and got my own little bible and Lena was totally ecstatic about that. “When you draw near to the creator, he will draw close to you...’

“It’s not often we go out to fancy restaurants like this. I just didn’t know what to wear.” Kate shook her head, giving a stern glare up at Colton. “We haven’t been waiting that long, honestly. Colton just likes to whinge.” “I’m Rachel. I’ve heard so much about you, Kate.” Auburn hair was pinned into an intricate up-do, soft waves framing her round face. Green eyes sparkled, their color enhanced by a thick smear of eyeliner, as she glanced between the couple before her. “For a little while, I have to admit, I thought you were just a figment of Rhys’ imagination. I thought he was just so desperate for Colton to be happy, he was growing delusional.”