Rachel Berry Monologues Novels & Stories

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.

They were in the living room below, Allen pouring champagne while Rachel looked at the art on the walls like she was checking out her new stuff. “Allen,” I called down, my voice echoing in the big entrance hall. He looked up, his face showing mild annoyance, like I was interrupting something important. “Emma. You're still awake.” “We need to talk,” I said, walking down the stairs. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving. “Alone.” Rachel turned to face me, her red dress now replaced by a designer cocktail dress that probably cost a fortune. “Actually, I think I should stay,” she said smoothly. “After all, this affects all of us.”

" 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!"

Rachel appears almost immediately, carrying a champagne flute she clearly has no intention of drinking. "There you are." Kelvin raises an eyebrow. "You sound relieved." "I am." She lowers her voice. "Do you know how exhausting it is explaining to twelve board members that panic isn't a business strategy?" "I can imagine." "No, you really can't." She looks at me. "You look beautiful." "Thank you." "You also look terrifyingly calm." "I've had practice." Rachel laughs. "Good, because I finally have news that doesn't make me question my career." Kelvin studies her face.

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.”

“I have had boyfriends. It’s not my fault that they all turned out to be idiots.” “Rargwahra” said the dog. “I could have boyfriends again too,” Rachel continued. “But I’m focusing on my career. My singleness is a choice.” She entered the training center gate. “Anyway, we’re here. You better behave, okay? Don’t give me a headache.” “Rahrrr rohnnn,” the puppy protested. “And let’s stop talking about stupid exes, okay? It’s not a very good topic.” She lifted Axel from the car seat and turned to head towards the building.

she mumbled underneath her tears. *** Rachel was not aware she had slept off on the spot, until a knock came at the door. She was really exhausted. “Come in.” She muttered, rubbing her eyes. Monica enters the room. “Mr. Voss requests your presence in the living room.” She announced and left. Rachel sighs. Finally, the day has come…the day that she will finally be free, move on with her career, and find her life. The day she is divorcing Bryce and forgetting the cold shoulders from Evangeline and Marissa.

She took out a paper and pen, and started muttering, "Three coffee with doughnuts and anything else." "Rachel, umm… We don't need anything. Are you okay?" Bella asked when Rachel gave her a forced smile. "Yea… I am alright," Rachel answered. Her voice was muffled because of the emotions she was clinching. She did not want to break down in front of these little girls but didn't have enough strength to hold them inside. "Can we talk, Rachel?" Danny requested, while her eyes selected a corner of the canteen. "Alright. Go ahead. I'll come in a minute," Rachel said to them before turning to her employers.

Could my husband listen to himself? “Then I guess you’ll be disappointed by me, Jeremy,” I said, yanking his hands off me. “I’m not like other women who worship their dignity and honor. I’m Rachel. I will not conform to societal madness,” For the last time, I darted a mocking gaze over both of them, snorted, and was just about to continue walking when he snatched my wrist and held me in place. “Stop throwing tantrums, Rachel. I won’t be able to enable you for too long,” he said.