Rachel And Quinn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But her destiny was Kennedy, not Brandon. Why did it feel so confusing now? "Focus, Rachel," she muttered to herself. "You need to focus." Her only goal was to kill Brandon. She couldn't let her feelings take over. *** Rachel would be quarantined for three days to avoid any untoward things, considering she had been living with Kennedy for quite some time. Victor is just trying to avoid bad things like Rachel trying to harm Brandon. Because, it is not easy for Beta Victor to trust Rachel again.

"Yes, sweetie, love conquers all." Rachel's eyes sparkled. "I want love like theirs, Momma." Michael chuckled, scooping Rachel into his arms. "You'll find your own path, little one. We'll guide you." I wrapped my arms around them, feeling our bond. "We'll always be here for you, Rachel." Vincent, Davidson's brother, approached, his expression warm. "Queen Ruth, I've come to discuss a potential alliance with the Moonlight Pack." I nodded, intrigued. "Let's discuss the details, Vincent."

Rachel then stormed out of the painting room. Hugh sat on his favorite chair disgusted of himself. Getting Rachel angry is not the easiest thing to deal with for a man who believes she’s his soulmate. He may be fantasizing Tess and do like her but he always knew it’s a pastime, a very addictive one to say the least. In the back of his head he thought Tess automatically agreed to their set-up as fuck buddies. Nothing more. Rachel cooled off by going to the grocery for some last-minute shopping before it closes. She did tell Hugh where she was going.

Adrian let go of my hand right away, like her voice broke some trance. Rachel walked over slowly, eyes rolling. “Look, Rowena, Adrian wants to be your little vampire prince? Great. Go be happy. Kiss in the dark or whatever it is you two do. I’d even give you both a blessing and a red ribbon. Just leave Jason the hell alone.” I stared at her. My chest rose and fell fast. “Leave Jason alone? Why, Rachel? So you can crawl back into his bed? He doesn’t want you, girl.” Her smirk vanished. “He doesn’t want you either. You’re throwing yourself at him like a sad puppy. You even got yourself bitten. What’s next? Gonna tattoo his name on your forehead?”

Miranda saw the death and pain in Rachel's eyes and could even feel sorry for her, but she wouldn't let her take her pent-up emotions out on herself, yet here she was, pressed against the wall in the hallway, both fangs exposed and growling like wild dogs vying for the best piece of meat. -What do you want from me, Rachel? What do you want me to do so you'll leave me alone? Raquel laughed while Miranda understood nothing, and spoke -DYE DIE- and drove her furious fangs into Miranda's neck, who growled between screams, but managed to bury her claws into Raquel's wrists who was forced to let go of her neck and looked at her rival with blood running down her lips and chin. -Killing me won't bri

I need answers, and I need to confront Rachael about everything. As I sit in the café waiting for her, I can’t help but feel the weight of anticipation pressing down on me. What will she say? How will I confront her about the rumors? My thoughts spiral as I remember the warmth of Bella’s laughter, and how it used to light up my world. Now it feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the darkness of doubt and betrayal. When Rachael finally arrives, her expression is unreadable. “What do you want, Kelvin?” she asks, her tone icy.

"We've got this. We're sharper, cleaner, and we don't look like a pack of Pepto-Bismol bottles." I snorted, the tension breaking for a second. "Just focus on your counts, Chel, and for the love of God, don't look at Aiden while we're in the pyramid." Rachel’s cheeks flushed knowing I had caught her right there, I knew she was crushing on him. The Cheer Chicks finished their routine and everyone clapped for them. "And now, give it up for the Glitter Girls!"

"I want you, Jake." “I want you too, Rachel.” She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. “What’s that?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed. “Just a promise to myself.” It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.

“We are just waiting on the Beta and warriors to arrive. Summer has packed bags for both of you, so you're all ready to go” I nodded and sat on the only free seat, which was next to Asher. “How are you feeling?. “Good as new Soph, thinking of heading back to the bar. I think that waitress was into me”. Asher said with a smirk. “Rachel is into every guy under 30. You're not special,” I told him, matching his smirk. “And it's Quinn”.

~ RACHEL’S POV It’s been a week since Richie and I parted ways and ever since then, my heart has been in curial pain. I just can’t seem to shake the feeling of emptiness swirling inside of me. My heart feels completely disconnected from my body, I can’t do anything at all without having to think of Richie and wondering if I should reach out to him again. I’ve tried reaching out to him; I called, but it just wouldn’t go through, and when I texted, it didn’t deliver. I know he specifically asked me not to contact him, but I can’t help but feel this overwhelming urge to reach out, especially since I feel like I have no purpose anymore. It sounds a bit crazy, but without Richie, I feel utterly l