Rachel Berry Season 1 Novels & Stories

Outraged, Abigail storms off just as Beth exits the stall, looking pale but less shaken. Everybody has already changed, and as Susan and Kathleen leave, Beth and I linger behind for a moment. “Even they think it was targeted,” Beth murmurs. My lips press into a thin line. “Forget it. Let’s hope this was a one-time incident.” As we head to the mess, I have a feeling that this might not be the last time Rachel tries to come after me. *** I have my therapy session today. I’ve missed the last few because adjusting to the Level One island was not as easy as I had thought. I’ve not seen Dr. Sherry Brown, the therapist here at Mistfall Wilderness Camp, since that morning in Director Yearwood’s offi

Chapter 15 Rachel’s POV It was my first day at work. I sat in front of my mirror, carefully concealing my white brow with dye. Then I stood up and spun in front of the mirror, a happy feeling surging through me. It was my first day of being free—my first day of living like a human—so I didn’t expect anything less.

Her dominance was subtle but unmistakable. "Rachel, this is Elara Rivers. The one I told you about," Sasha said, stepping aside as though proudly presenting me like some commodity. Rachel Hayes turned, her sharp eyes immediately zeroing in on me. Her calculating gaze swept over every inch of me—my scars, my stance, even the way my hands fidgeted nervously. Emily squirmed under the intense scrutiny. "Experience?" Rachel asked, not wasting time with pleasantries. There was no welcome in her tone, no warmth, just curt professionalism.

Ben’s ex-wife. Rachel stood at the entrance of the room, her posture straight, her expression cold, but there was a tension in her eyes that spoke of a history much darker than the polished veneer she wore. Her gaze flicked over Serena, a mixture of curiosity and contempt in her eyes, before she turned her attention to Ben. “You’re still playing your games, aren’t you?” Rachel said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Still manipulating everyone in your path, including her.” Serena’s chest tightened. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, as she absorbed the weight of Rachel’s words. The connection between the two was unmistakable—there was history here, a shared bitterness that stretched far be

" 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!"

She brought out her phone and started recording. "And what exactly do you think you're doing now?" Laura frowned, watching them bickering and laughing. Rachel was so serious she held her phone and connected it to a selfie stick. She was pressing some button on it until she finally brought it up close to her hand and smiled at the camera. Laura patiently watched what they were doing. She was going to start a live stream of the scene? It didn't make any sense to her. "Hello my fans," Rachel started to say."I have interesting news. You will not believe who I just saw here today. My brother's ex wife who tried to ruin him."

Bella replied, setting her bag down by the wall. Rachel appeared a moment later, wiping her hands on a towel. She took one look at Bella and stopped mid-step. “Heyyy, babies, how was the trip” “Okay,” she said slowly. “Something happened?.” Bella forced a small smile. “Hi to you too.” Rachel didn’t return it. She crossed the space between them and studied her face properly this time. Bella’s posture was straight, her clothes neat, her hair pulled back the same way she wore it to work. But there was something off. Something tight in her expression, like she was holding herself together with effort.

He’d hung up. Rachel’s anger boiled over. “Unbelievable!” she muttered, throwing her phone down onto the sheets. Beside her, Tom stirred. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer as his voice, groggy with sleep, rumbled against her ear. “Hey… what’s going on? Where are you going?” “Something’s happened to Serena,” Rachel said, sitting up and brushing his hand off. “I need to find someone who knows what’s going on.”

Everyone was gossiping about new face being introduced as the showstopper. Just as she was going to take a step forward, "creek" Her left heel was broken making a loud sound and everyone gasped! ............................................................. oh shit! what will happen now?

“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.”