Rachel Amber Mga Nobela at Kwento

Whereas I always loved the system of high school. Aiden and I were never close. He was a closed-off child. But I and Amar were close after our mother's death. Amar was devastated but Gisele and his daughter helped him through and he also knew he had to be strong for us. Crystal slept in my lap so I offered to carry her to her room and Brenna left now that I was home. She was 2 and heavy for a child her age but we loved her so much. We all spoiled her rotten. And even Aiden loved her.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

Olivia asked her. "He needs something to motivate him. Something he would fight for," she said. I was hoping that she did not plan on doing what was in my mind. "Motivation?" Amelia looked at her in confusion. "Chris, can you control the minds of two people at once?" She asked him. "Yes, ma'am," he told her. "Just call me Rayne, please. Anyway, I want you to control my mind to do something reckless and at the same time, control his mind with the same hallucinations you practiced on him a while ago," she instructed him and my eyes instantly went wide.

Aaliyah called waving at her. “Hey, you too,” Rachel said drily. Nana nudged her but she said nothing. ================================== {SATURDAY} Rachel looks at herself in the mirror as she brushes her hair. She applied lip gloss to her lips and then carried her phone and exit the room. She is putting on a pair of jeans trouser and a blue crop top with a jean jacket. Ariel is in the living room watching sponge bob square pant. Her mom is off to work already.”Where are you going to?”Ariel asked.

"She is going to be a Luna. A powerful one. With a mate who chose her over his entire bloodline — which we will absolutely come back to — and she is going to walk into that ceremony and make every single person in that court feel underdressed." I stared at her. "That's what's happening," Rachel said. "That's the version of this we're doing." "You can't just—" "Also." She leaned forward. "I am an excellent event planner. You know this. And you have—" She looked at me. "How long?" "A week." Her eyes lit up. "A week." Like a gift. Like a challenge. Like both. "Amara. I can do so much with a week." "It's not really your—"

“She didn’t fear him. She looked right at him. Not with fear. With *recognition*. She *knew* him. Right before the flames reached her, she found him in the crowd.” “What did she say?” Dylan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's throat tightened, but she forced the words out. “She whispered… ‘You were supposed to protect me.’” Dylan’s jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. “Who the hell was he?” “I don’t know,” Rachel said, voice quiet. “But I’ve seen his eyes before. Not in the memory. Recently.” Nyra froze. “Describe them.” Rachel met her gaze, the image burned into her mind. “Amber. Not gold. Not yellow. *Amber*. Deep, ancient... like they’ve seen too many centurie

made him weary. "Okay okay, this is Maya Harvey, harvy yeah? Okay, Maya Harvey, she is Yandel's date tonight for the occasion," Rachel focused on the fact she was only his for the night which made her boil within but couldn't really say it out. "Next, we have Amy, you can call her like a sister, but she's an asshole and she really good with styling, she picked out my outfit too," Rachel said, hugging Amy lightly. "Next we have Ricky, he's the quite one with dramatic tendencies," Rachel summerized it for him.

Marissa’s laughter was soft, almost pleased, as Amber ran off to grab the remote. As the movie began, the house felt too quiet. The kind of quiet that should have been peaceful but wasn’t. I knew Rachel was still out there searching for Amber, probably panicking as usual. I didn’t bother calling her. What would be the point? Every time something went wrong, she turned it into a scene, tears, apologies, chaos. She never learned to handle things with reason, always emotion first. Maybe a few hours alone in the dark would finally teach her to stop overreacting to everything

“It’s just that I saw how it affected you when Rachel mentioned her.” That made Sarah look up. And I mean really look at me. She paused. Debated. Weighed her options like I was a courtroom jury and she wasn’t sure how much to give away. Then finally—she sighed. A long, tired sigh. Her face changed. More serious now. “Amber is a low-grade school teacher who’s suing SPECTRUM, one of California’s finest paint factory,” she said.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b