Rachel Bright Book Novels & Stories

As she walked past the charity's glass table she saw a book that was similar to the one Clarke bought for her after their little argument days ago. "Hey... I have this book. Dear rose...." Rachel exclaimed "Okay?" Charity acted so calmly, she wanted to hear what Rachel would say concerning the book. "the book is so nice, concise, and beautifully written" "Really? I just got the book" charity answered back. It was a lie. Rachel was able to detect this because she had gotten so used to charity in such a way that she knew what each of the charity's facial expressions meant. "Why are you acting weird?" Rachel grimaced.

Rachel channeled more energy, strengthening the barrier and reflecting Viviane’s shadow attacks. Frustrated, Viviane launched a powerful strike, attempting to break through the shield, but Rachel evaded with remarkable agility. “All this time, you believed hatred alone would defeat us,” Rachel said, her voice strong and resolute. “You were wrong.” Viviane attacked again, this time with greater force. But Rachel, now fully focused, raised her hands high. From the palace ceiling, a pure white light descended, illuminating Viviane. With one sweeping motion, Rachel shattered Viviane’s wave of shadows.

Both run by a madman. “If the pit wasn’t enough. This space sheds light on his activities. It’s appalling.” Rachel’s reaction to her surroundings was understandable. Sal believed he could assume that this group was all in agreement. “I’m torn between getting better lighting down here. Or avoiding the lighting for fear of seeing more than I can stomach.”

Then she paused and looked to the front row—at Rory, who'd been watching her the whole time, pride written all over him. "Lastly," she switched to Englorian, voice clear and steady, "I want to thank one person. Thank you for stepping into the darkest time of my life like a beam of light. Thank you for never trying to change me or tone me down—for protecting every edge and spark with nothing but passion and acceptance, so I could finally be unapologetically myself—the free, maybe still a little reckless, but truly happy Cleo." The camera cut to Rory. He blinked, then broke into a wide, unfiltered grin. He even threw the camera a quick wink, pulling warm laughs and louder applause from the cro

Tay asks and looks at me. “Oh no” Rachel realizes Tay didn’t know about me being the best-selling author, and I clear my throat. “Um, Rachel is the one who published my book when I was still in school.” I tell him. “You have a published book?” he asks with his eyes wide open. “Yep, and she is the best-selling author ever since her book was published. I’m sure you have heard of a book called ‘Behind closed doors?” Rachel asks Tay and his mouth half opens.

“I learned not all gentleness is weakness.” “And not every battle is fought with blades,” Sky said. “Then let’s go,” Lauren answered—and offered Sky a flower. “This can be a weapon too.” ⸻ Rachel Brown stood in shadow—literally. She was studying a vibrating shadow-path in the treeline. Sky didn’t approach at first. She simply waited. Rachel already knew she was there. “You know why I’m dangerous,” Rachel said. “That’s why you’ll be our compass,” Sky replied. “You’re the only one who doesn’t run from what others fear. Because you already broke free.”

****** When I get to the pack, Rachael, Mirabelle and Adrian are sitting outside. Adrian is on his laptop and the girls each have a book in their hand. Mirabelle looks miserable today, her hair is in a wild mess like she didn't bother to comb it. Racheal on the other hand looks like Mirabelle does on most days, flawless. She looks happy, truly happy not like she's been falsifying her joy these past few days. Everything that transpired from the mindless boyfriend to Camilla's suicide attempt, it was a little too much for her. Racheal is emotionally weak but she conceals it competently. On the outside, she's this playgirl that doesn't give a shit but the truth is, she allots way too many shits

Harvey didn’t even need to move a single inch. The man knelt to the ground in an instant. Both of his legs were injured. Two of the Hatchet Gang’s higher-ups exchanged glances before pouncing forward, hatchets in hand. Rachel calmly swung her hands forward, and something flew out of her sleeves. Swish! The higher-ups trembled before falling to the ground, paralyzed, after seeing getting hit by the bright light. No ordinary person would be able to hide their traces when faced with such an attack. Rachel remained expressionless, as if she only took down a few measly gangsters rather than two powerful fighters.

It led up to a narrow and dimly lit corridor. Rachel finally stopped and turned to face her. “I wrote that note.” “Yeah, I figured. But why?” Leah asked with a puzzled expression. Rachel heaved a sigh. “Because I know what they're doing to you and I too have been a victim of their games.” “What?” Leah's breath caught and her eyes grew wider. “I came here two years ago.” Racheal began, her voice low and steady. “I was desperately in need of a job because we needed the money back home. Everything was going well. I just cleaned the mansion, followed orders, and stayed quiet. But then..”

I moved without purpose, my body carrying me on instinct alone. A cigarette rested between my fingers, smoke trailing lazily through the air. I didn’t realise where I was headed until I stopped. The library. Warm light spilt from within. Rachel stood by one of the shelves, on the tips of her toes as she reached for a book. Her expression was soft, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in days. She froze when she sensed me. Turning slowly, her eyes met mine. “Oh,” she said quietly. Something in my chest shifted.