Novel & Cerita Rachel Berry Actress

amused she wrapped herself around me “Okay my Sweetheart, now have your way with me.” Rachel has always worn strength. Even when she is breaking. I almost kept my pose and let the lawyers finish what I started. But when the elevator doors closed and I saw her standing there, glowing, furious and carrying my child. I instead reached out to her, I wanted to stop by the time we reached the twenty sixth floor but I needed more, I reached out, pressed the button to close the doors and pressed sixty. I should not have touched her. That was the plan. Keep the distance. Keep it clean.

"Now let’s go find you a penthouse worthy of a runaway alpha heiress." We’d barely stepped into the lobby when we heard a familiar saccharine voice dripped with false surprise. "Oh my god. Avery Emerson?" Rachel. Riley’s favorite sycophant—a social climber with more plastic in her face than the agency’s furniture. She leaned against the reception desk, her designer dress probably costing more than the security guard’s annual salary. Her lip curled in a smirk. "Slumming it without Daddy’s credit cards, Avery?" Savannah’s grip on my arm tightened. "Ignore the rabid chihuahua."

Some murmured to each other, others glanced her way with curiosity. “They’re looking at you,” Ethan whispered, his lips quivering into a small smile. “They’re looking at the dress,” Rachel corrected, her voice barely above a whisper. Before Ethan could respond, a voice called out, “Rachel! Ethan!” They turned to see Emma Stone waving at them from the grand staircase. Beside her stood Rihanna, Beyoncé, and several other A-list celebrities, each dressed in one of Rachel’s designs. The sight took Rachel’s breath away. Seeing her creations on these powerful, beautiful women felt like a dream come true.

“She’s fit for the role.” “How is she fit?” Rachel asked quietly, folding her arms across her chest and refusing to move closer. “She hasn’t acted in any official movie. She's inexperienced.” Her voice sounded calm, but her heart was far from it. Inside her chest, anger, bitterness, and rage burned fiercely. The thought of Elowen acting in the movie caused her deep pain—pain even worse than what she felt when she saw Lucien gently arranging Elowen’s hair at his house.

"Anyway, I had this thing for Seven of Nine. Jeri Ryan is a turn on. So, when I saw her feet, I guess those childhood memories came back and I started obsessing over feet." "How do I fit into all of this?" Rachel wanted to get to the end of this.

" Rachel was wearing a red dress. Her long hair cascaded down her back. She was the same age as my younger sister, but her eyes held so much more secrets and sorrows than a woman her age should have. "I won't let him off so easily," she said. "I want everyone to know what a hypocrite he is." I wanted to ask her about the baby she was carrying, but at that moment, a voice interrupted us from behind. It was Xavier. "Shelly!"

Was she the one her brother was supposedly dating? Rachel began to question her brother's taste. She had met Waverley in real life before. Rachel played the role of a dancer in her second movie. At that time, Waverley was also in this drama. However, she played the second female lead role, which had more scenes than Rachel did. Waverley was a bit arrogant. It was said that she had a very strong backing. She also didn't get along very well with the female lead actress on the filming set.

Hours passed and Rachel called Buck to tell him she wouldn't make it in at all. He sounded sympathetic as she told him what was going on and she asked him not to say anything to Becca or their mother, until she knew exactly what she was dealing with. A comfortable truce had been reached, between her and Anita, and in spite of herself, Rachel was warming up towards the other woman. Especially when she learned Anita was gay and happily in love with her girlfriend. It irked her that Galen had such drop-dead gorgeous lady friends, but it was par for the course, probably. It would be ludicrous, to think a man like him could have lived like a monk his entire life.

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.

She proudly said. “What does the baby look like? Harris asked, clearly interested. “This look”. Rachel said and made a warning look, making him chuckled. “I’m impressed babe”. He said. “Of course you should”. Rachel said with a proud look on her face. With that, they dried off their bodies and changed into fresh clothes, as they began getting ready for the busy day ahead. Harrus wore a black suit, while Rachel wore a brown lady suit. After dressing up, Rachel sat in front of the vanity table and applied light makeup on her face, just enough to brighten her face and bring out her natural features. She then styled her hair into a neat slick back bun, making sure every strand was in place.