Rachael Runyan Novels & Stories

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

I slammed the door shut on my way out of his room, quickly ran down stairs and slammed his front door shut. I needed a break, everything was still raw and fresh. Her death was since three months ago, but still I could hear Ruby's accusatory voice as she screamed that she never wanted Maeve to come for my party, she never even wanted her to be associated with a demon spawn like me.

Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her black dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her amazing curves in a way that demanded attention. Kourtney’s breath caught. This woman! She was simply stunning. She’d never seen such a beautiful red head. Does this person also work here? Or maybe a plus-one date with one of the men? She didn’t belong in a corporate organization—she belonged on a Hollywood red carpet, starring in blockbuster movies. Who the hell is this? “Well, well,” the woman purred, her voice smooth as silk with a thick Australian accent. “You must be the lovely Kourtney. Charmed to meet you, Darling. I’m Rachael Lind, managerial director and executive bo

Rune. Rachael's pale face burned a bright that lightened up my spirit. I was still very much sad about the death of Adam, the priest, but I was a little happy. However, my happiness was short-lived when Kane appeared behind Rachael, a scowl sitting on his otherwise attractive face– no, his face.

In order to complete the hand-made part of the dress, Celine had not closed her eyes for two days in a row, and she could only nod lightly when she heard the words, while her face looked as pale as death. "Can you look a little more alive? You’re standing by my side now, so you’re a direct representation of my reputation." Rachael was a little annoyed. "Forget it, don’t come with me. I’ll go over there and greet the people that I know... As for you, don’t go around talking nonsense with others. Remember that I’m Rachael Lane, not Queenie Campbell!" "...Okay."

He was just surveying the Iron Hill lands with an original member from that pack. “I was thinking I would wait all day to speak with you, Alpha Alrick. Thank you for welcoming me and being cooperative. My name is Rachel Mullion. Did you bring the Iron Hill member with you?” She had a slight Canadian Accent and Rachel sounded more like she spoke French more often than English.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

There is another name I go by, one know to she-wolves in The Run. "The Golden Boy, friend to she wolves at The Run." She whispers out and I nod. At twenty-four I have participated in The Run for six years, a total of twelve events. After watching Felix claim Linda I knew I could never do that and started helping she-wolves who did not want to be mated, sending them on the safest routs and showing them how to avoid the Fae, males and Ragers. “Yes, that’s me.” I confirm, her gaze softening some more as she looks at me with a questioning gaze.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”