Rachel Berry Song の小説・ストーリー

The support they both have given me is something I will never be able to repay. “Come on, let’s dance,” Rachel says as she walks to me. Rachel offered me her hand, and I took it right after placing my drink on the table beside me. Rachel guides me to the middle of the room, where Carson watches us with his arms open. He places one arm on our shoulders as we all jump, singing the Taylor Swift song loudly.

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He thought she was also listening, but unfortunately, she wasn't. SHERRY: Okay, Elle. What brings you to the show? ELLE: Well, I'd like to make a request. Can I? GABBY: Sure, why not? Go ahead, please. ELLE: Okay. Please play me Sent From Heaven by Keyshia Cole. I'm dedicating it to a special someone. SHERRY: Aww, that's lovely. I love that song. ELLE: (chuckles) Me, too. SHERRY: (sighs) So does this special someone have a name, sunshine?

“Piece by piece but I will still come back to break you forever piece by piece.” “I, Racheal Synder, would end your life.” I spat out with hatred lanced in my voice. Kelly’s eyes moved to Rochelle again. “So you think that makes us even?” “You think we are frightened by your words?” “I think it makes us the same. We both frighten at each other” Her face twitched. Then she smiled. But it wasn’t warm. “You don’t know what I’ve become, Rachael.” “Neither do you,” I whispered.

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.

I’ll behave. ‘Yeah. You’d better.’ I ended our discussion and could fully concentrate on the delicate being I had in my arms, who seemed to visibly relax from her tension the moment Rafael approached Natalie and outstretched his hand to her. “You see. Everything’s settled.” I noted. “Uh huh…” She murmured as the first words from the song Dad had picked reached my ears. [Song: If You’re Not the One by Daniel Bedingfield] ♪If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? ♪

It just needed a few Barbie posters and pink bed-sheets would do to bring that girly flair to my bed. After plugging my phone to charge, I decided to turn on the radio to fill the room with some lively tunes. I sauntered around my new room, my favorite pop song came blasting through the speakers. It was the latest and trending hit, "Good 4 U" by Olivia Rodrigo. The catchy beats and angsty lyrics filled the air, instantly energizing me and putting a smile on my face. I couldn't help but sing along as I continued exploring my new space, dancing to the infectious rhythm.

"I couldn't have done it without you there." The sound of heels clicking frantically against stone made us both turn. Rachel was stumbling across the terrace, her perfect hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. She'd clearly been crying. "This isn't over," she hissed when she spotted me. Her voice was raw, desperate. "You think you've won, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." I looked at her, this woman who had once seemed so threatening, so powerful. Now she just looked pathetic. Broken. Small.

I answer honestly. “That might be the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me,” she whispers, and I can hear the emotion in her voice. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together, Sorrell, trust me, I’ll top that one in no time,” I wink, making her laugh. I turn on the radio and ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell comes on the radio and I start singing along, much to Sorrell’s amusement. I never claimed I was a good singer.

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.”