Rachel Berry Actress Novels & Stories

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.

We’d barely stepped into the lobby when 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." But Rachel slithered closer, her perfume choking the air. "Riley told me all about your little tantrum. Honestly, it’s pathetic. She’s sick, and you’re still jealous because—"

The mirror where I'd watched myself disappear day by day. Rachel stood in the center, already in costume. She looked small and vulnerable, exactly how I'd felt. "How are you doing?" I asked her. "Nervous," she admitted. "This scene is intense." "You can stop anytime you need to. We all can." She nodded gratefully. "Thank you for being here. It helps knowing you trust me with this." The actress playing Sarah, a talented woman named Jennifer, approached us. "Lily, can I ask you something about Sarah's motivation in this scene?"

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.

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

Berry felt ice slide down her spine. "How do you know about Riley's connection to Jezza?" Berry asked carefully. "I do my research on everyone, especially people who live in my space." Cossy stood up and walked slowly toward the kitchen. "Riley Chen, twenty-six years old, runs an art gallery in SoHo. She spent the last three years in Europe, and before she left, she was completely inseparable from Jezza Clarksville, daughter of Harold Clarksville who runs Phantom Tech where you work."

She really looks like a Jamaican,with her full eight figure shape, and her bob black hair. It's so...so...suprising. Rora. "Charlotte Walker." A tanned skin, brunnete, middle hight girl, her hips a little bit too wide, her chest a zero. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but it's the painful truth. And damn,she looks sexy, and plumpy. Char. "Isabella Thomas." The girl before me. A shiny black skin beauty. Her long black hair falls down her shoulders like a water fall,with a body of a goddess.

"How is the skill level of Rachel and Blueberry?" Coach Li’s expression turned grave. "To be honest, they’ve surprised me. Especially Rachel. I didn't think much of her at first, but her progress is staggering. She’s a high-potential driver with an incredible drive to win." Chloe had heard that Rachel was currently breaking into the entertainment industry under the title of "Haicheng’s #1 Socialite." With her beauty and the Zhao family’s backing, a win at the Grand Prix would skyrocket her fame. As for Blueberry, a spot in the finals would turn her into an overnight sensation.

“Mummy?” Rachel had a daughter?