Rachel Berry Monologues Novels & Stories

said a female bartender when she saw Rachel. Rachel smiled a little, "yeah, whiskey on the rock please," She replied kindly. It seemed like a little alcohol could help her think clearly. Meanwhile, in his seat, Noah watched Rachel from a distance. He didn't understand why he felt guilty when Rachel chose to walk away. "Lily, come on! people are watching us, can you stop crying? I'm fine, you don't have to cry like this, you make me feel like the saddest person in the world, I'm totally fine! my life is normal just like you," mumbled Noah, he tried to calm her down.

Rachel flail and fought against the grip of the man as she glared at Jessica with pure hatred. "You monster!! You brought us here knowing that only a few of us would live, didn't you? You murdered those people! You took away their family and loved ones. How can you stand there looking like it doesn't bother you?" screamed Rachel. I looked at her with new found admiration as I realize that she was not only speaking for herself or her lost child, but she was also speaking on behalf of us.

Rachel walked downstairs, where Cecilia was still waiting for her. As soon as she appeared, Cecilia rushed up to her. "So, what happened?" she asked eagerly. "It didn't work out. Just like the rumors say, he's impossible to get through to." Not only that, but Rachel had almost exposed herself in the process. As she was about to leave his office, she had heard Tyler's deep voice behind her: "I heard you went deaf because of Mr. Lewis back then, Mrs. Lewis. Looks like you're all better now."

"I've really divorced Vivian. Why would I lie to you? You're about to give birth soon. Why don't you stay at home and take it easy?" Rachel went through the divorce certificate carefully before grinning. Then, she lifted her chin defiantly and looked at me, smiling with pride. "That's what I'm talking about. Now, I can take it easy for the rest of my pregnancy." I let out a laugh as well, but I couldn't help but feel bitter. Ever since Barry Miller, Marcus' older brother, passed away, Rachel's emotions had been extremely unstable. This time, all I did was accidentally spill her oatmeal. Rachel immediately threw a tantrum at home and even smashed all the pots, bowls, and dishes on the floor.

“Losing a limb or two should be fine for you, perhaps you would like getting a little more fractures like you did to my mom.” His mouth fell open to speak but his words deserted him. Dylan's words were moving a little too fast for him. Was he going ahead with it? Should he talk him out of it? He asked himself. Just when he thought that was the peak of his worries, Dylan's next mumble paralyzed him. “Or should I just eat you and end this once and for all?” The dead silence of the dark woods hit him more than it ever did. Rachel fell on her knees as she remained frozen with quiet tears forming in her eyes. She still couldn't utter a word, and her quivering parted lips told him she was trying t

Isis posed ignorantly striking breath taking poses one after another. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel screamed outside the office. Her ears had been inclined to the door all through the sex Omarion and Isis had. Her ears witnessed the moans, the groaning from both Omarion and Isis which she was able to differentiate because Omarion’s voice was a daily dose she had mastered well. Racheal was so furious. She kept shut and pinned herself to the door again, being careful not to miss a single word from their conversation.

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

With every instant, the weight of this fight, of everything they have given, feels more real. " Rachel, we have to be ready to give everything," Noah says in a low but forceful voice. We cannot pull back right now." Though Rachel wants to argue that she is not ready for this, the words do not flow. She has spent so much of her life running, hiding, and acting as though she is not in over her head. Now, though, she cannot pretend as she stands at the brink of everything.

Rachel spoke firmly, desperately searching for a silent yes in the eyes of her friends. Hannah chuckled. "No, I need to do this. I'm forty. I am a grown ass woman. It's high time I faced my demons. For me. I need this," although Hannah responded to Rachel, her response meant more to her, a peep talk enabling her to toughen up. She rose to her feet, inspecting her appearance one last time in the mirror before walking away. Rachel, who loved her friend, knew that things would go on a downward spiral and so, before following Hannah, she sent a quick message to the one person she knew Hannah would want to see when things went south. ********

“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.”