Rachel Anne Dolezal Novels & Stories

If he hurts my sister he'll for sure get hurt. I entered, only to find the one that I'd avoided sitting with him. It's been a year and they are still together, that clear the fact that they both are serious about their relationship. I want to leave. I don't want Rachel to be with me, my presence might ruin the happiness of her date. But I don't think my sister should be coming any minute now, and it's an important day for her. So, I stood around the corner not to make a mark, and I guess I'm blessed to be wearing a hoodie even in this fancy place. I hide my face as much as I can with a hoodie, watching Rachel. She has changed since the last time I saw her, she has grown more beautiful, and w

“Weren’t you waiting for Mr. Wynn? Why hasn’t he come out to meet you yet?” Her incessant chatter clearly annoyed the beautiful manager. She cleared her throat and said, “Excuse me… could you keep your voice down? The department managers’ conference room is right next door.” Dolly glanced at her and asked, “Who are you?” The manager straightened her posture and replied haughtily, “I’m Rachel Cross from Public Relations, and also the Deputy Manager of Human Resources. And who might you be, miss?” Dolly nodded. “Oh, Ms. Cross, hello.”

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His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

She stepped forward, eyes glinting, and for a second, the whole hall bent toward her. “You’re a terrible liar, Nathan.” Her lips curved into something dangerous. She turned to the crowd, voice strong. “This project is called Drole. It’s not just a data collector, it’s an assistant. An observer. A truth mirror.” A murmur rippled through the audience. Investors leaned forward. Journalists poised their pens like knives.Fine,” she said, pulling the prototype into her hands. “Let’s test it out.” Rachel’s POV The weight of the prototype was familiar—like holding a piece of my own soul. I picked out a woman in the crowd, elegant, draped in gold. She looked smug, untouchable. Perfect.