Rachel Berry Actress Novels & Stories

The woman in the other cell is someone who knows her! “Yes, I am Rachel. You know me, who are you?” “Can’t you recognize my voice? I’m a famous actress!” “Margie Alonzo?” The actress who went to Rachel’s place and unrobed in front of her husband, easily connected the dots. She told her, “She was just waiting for the chance to drag you here, as I expected.” Rachel sensed that Margie knew Tess’s plot to bring her down in a cell. Somehow, she’s thrilled to know more from her, of why they’re there.

“Honey what’s taking you two so long? I’ve been waiting in the car all ages now.” To Rachel’s horror she saw Emma, her ex best friend walk up to them. She saw the little girl called Ashley on Luke’s hip and finally knew why she seemed so familiar. Ashley was a carbon copy of Emma. Luke had married Emma. Emma stopped short. No one did anything. Emma smiled. “Rachel it’s really good to see you.” At that moment, Rachel snapped her fingers and then the two betas behind her followed her as she walked away. As she went on, she made sure of at least tried her best to hide the tears that were burning behind her eyes.

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.

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

I was still in shock for the next few seconds before my head finally came back and I rushed towards my computer to check the latest news. ' Popular actress, Lana Fareham who's last name recently changed to Andrews has been confirmed dead this morning and most potential suspect, Ms Rachel Andrews, Ms Lana's biological parents foster daughter who so happens to have co-stared with the late actress in the upcoming movie, Snow Fall Love ' Lana was dead and Rachel was in prison for it?

“Rachael! Rachael Berry?” She nodded, and I couldn’t believe it. Rachael Berry, right in front of me, looking like she just stepped out of a magazine—polished, perfect, and definitely not sweating over carrots and cucumbers like the rest of—well, like me, still piecing my life together one vegetable at a time. “I knew it was you,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. “You’re the only person I know whose sad expressions somehow make everything look poetic.”

Amy was right though, she is an A-list actress in hollywood, she was sure Araceli had met some of this A list actors and actresses in Hollywood. "The island, Doctor Strange, she got other classics," Amy listed off her head. "Yeah, you are right. She's pretty much a big shot in the Hollywood industry and true, she has an androgynous style which I find really attractive," Rachel admitted. She actually bore some similarities to Amy too, like her fashion sense and body stature, they both also had platinum blonde hair too. "You guys kinda look alike though, only you got aqua eye iris and a more bubbly persona, she looks depressed as fuck," Rachel observed, scrolling through her pictures and ignor

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.