Rachael Runyan Novels & Stories

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

"So, if I'm supposed to be as important as Ray and Sunny, shouldn't there be some kind of ranking? I can't be the last after the two of them, can I?" Rachel rubbed her chin. "Fine, I'll give you a ranking. You're number one. Sunny's number two. Ray's number three." "Mr. Hunt, about this file—" Rowan had just stepped inside when he froze at the sound of a clear, melodic female voice. It was obvious that Tyler was on a video call. Rowan hesitated at the door, debating whether to interrupt, and figured the call was nearly over. Just as he stepped in, he heard the woman on the other end ranking Tyler alongside two dogs.

“Even though they were leaked, they’re still here. They’re still yours. And they’re going to be a success.” Rachel turned to look at him, her eyes glistening. “You really think so?” “I know so,” Ethan said, his gaze steady. “And so does everyone else in that room.” The music began to play, a powerful, rhythmic beat that filled the space. One by one, the models stepped onto the runway, each wearing one of Rachel’s creations. The audience erupted into applause; their admiration was palpable. Rihanna walked first, her dress a masterpiece of bold lines and shimmering fabric. She moved with confidence, her every step commanding attention. Beyoncé followed, her gown flowing like liquid gold under

She looked at Rachel with clear, resolute eyes and said, "You're right, miss. I am not a Quinn, and I have no right to sit here." Rachel was a capable woman in business. She owns several beauty parlors and hotels. She was a very influential figure in the business world. But for some reason, she felt a chill when Lana looked at her. The chill came from her soles and spread to her entire body. It was like a predator was eyeing her. Rachel was intimidated. Lana paused momentarily and said, "Technically speaking, you aren't a Quinn too, miss. But you're seated here as well, aren't you?"

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

And even if I succeeded in rescuing her, I'd still be waiting for her to die and hoping he returns to me? I looked at Damon, my sister, and my parents. "You know what?" I bit out, my tone cold. "Congratulations." They were looking at me in dismay. They were expecting me to get this. To be nice. To be thoughtful. Not today. Just as I was sitting there, a familiar voice hit my mind. Ravina? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you. Anna. My best friend. Our pack's healer. I need you to take me for a ride, I told her.

I said. “Oh it’s the short form of Ruben,” the guy answered in a high pitched girly voice. I think I understand now that maybe he is gay. “Ohhh okay,” I said, shaking my head. “Come and have your seat Miss, we have to get started now before we run out of time,” Rachael said. I moved to take a seat, they were arranging their stuff so I took that time to study their features. Rachael seems like a very simple person, she’s average in height probably 5 '7 and has a slender body, she didn’t do too much on her body just a tatoo on her left arm, and a piercing her nose which looks so good on her.

“Answers… and another war.” Then, like mist in the morning sun, she vanished—leaving only her warmth, the rune… and a scream in my throat I couldn’t release. I crumpled forward, tears finally breaking loose. Mike stood silently behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said, and for once, I believed him. Kelvin sat across from us, his face unreadable. “She didn’t just give you a clue. She passed on her mantle. You’re not just the last Ghost Wolf anymore, Rachael. You’re the first of something new.”

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per