Rachael Runyan Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Rachel and her team were clueless. "Hi, I am known as Cáel Nyilas," I greeted them. "A short history lesson and things will make a great deal more sense, so please be patient." The crowd was not pleased. I was a male and to a woman, the ladies had repudiated the world of men. They were all 'Runners'. It was the presence of Rachel's group that was keeping them civil at this point.

She glances over them and looks and scavenger quickly between aisles, but I'm left still missing two books. "Oh, I'm sorry I don't have these books. But, I can order them for you. Unfortunately, I can't really tell you how long it will be until I get them in. But, leave me your number and I will call you as soon as they arrive." I puff it cheeks, making a loose strand of hair fly over my face. "Ok, thank you. I really appreciate that." "Which books is she missing?" Russell questions. "Anthropology 5 and Advanced Quantum Physics." She informs Russell. "Wait, is it for Dr. Helms?" He asks looking over my schedule.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.

She turns around and throws up again. "Rachael, you better not stand close to Athena. Your smell makes her sick!" He said when he saw Rachael trying to get close to Athena. Zayne's word makes her feel a bit sad. She stops from stepping forward. Turning around, she took her spear and jump into the water. "Rachael!" Zayne called her name when he sees her jumping from the boat to the river. Ralph run to the edge of the boat and try to spot her. "Hey, Rachael! He didn't mean it that way!"

Rachael laughed out loud before she was done. "You're too cute!" Rachael looked at her. "She's a workaholic. She turns into a cold-blooded monster as soon as she works. I can't believe there'll come a day when someone will feel sorry for her! Haha! Okay, you don't have to have so many feelings for her. She's willing to invest in you now because she can make more money off you! It's a win-win! "You must believe this," Rachael mischievously raised her eyebrows and told her while covering her mouth, "All investors have no feelings!"

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

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.”

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.