Rachel Bright Book Novels & Stories

A collection of classic children's books from Rachel — Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "These were my favorites," Rachel said quietly. Emma hugged her. "She's going to love them." Rachel pulled back. "I hope so." "She will. Because they're from you." --- At 3:00 PM, Emma sat down to rest. Her feet were swollen. Her back ached. The baby was kicking — not hard, but insistent, like she was trying to tell Emma something. "You're doing too much," Nick said, sitting beside her. "I'm sitting."

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

A bright light appear once like lightning to the room, lighting up the dark room before shutting all the light completely. What was left after the light was Rachel who sprawled on the floor— dead.

Chapter 61: One Good, Two Bad. Rachel sat at the farthest corner of the school library, her fingers flipping through the pages of a thick textbook. The familiar scent of old paper and ink filled the air, a quiet comfort in the otherwise chaotic world of high school. She didn’t mind being alone. It was easier this way.

I set my fork down, pushing the plate slightly aside, and flipped open the folder. Her name stared back at me. Rachel Hart. Age, qualifications, scraps of experiences that didn’t amount to much except one thing. Catering. The word was highlighted in bold on a résumé that had probably been printed and folded too many times. I read between the lines. Desperation. Persistence. A woman who didn’t have many doors left to knock on. I leaned back in my chair, eyes flicking briefly to her. She watched me with something between fear and hope, her fingers twisting together nervously.

"After we get married, you can quit your job and enjoy life peacefully at home. We'll have a few kids. Even if you can't see, I'll still make you happy." So, he had already planned out my entire retreat. There was a noise at the door, and I instinctively turned my head—but I couldn't see anything. "You must be Nina, right?" It was a familiar female voice. "I'm Indya, Anthony's friend. I came to visit you." My hand, holding the cup, tightened slightly. "I heard you lost your sight in an accident. I was once blind too. I understand what it feels like to struggle in the dark."

I asked her and she just shook her head. “Not really, I just found out that Alicia has been promoted as well. She will be working with you in the Pack Mansion,” Rachel said. I looked at her confused. “Why do you want to work at the pack mansion so badly? I told you that it isn’t as it looks. It is better to be invisible in these people’s eyes,” I explained to her. “You are saying that because you are not invisible. You don’t know what it feels like to not be noticed by people. To be treated like you don’t exist,” Rachel said and frowned.

She was beautiful in an effortless way that made Emma feel a sudden, unexpected stab of something that might have been insecurity. "She's lovely," Emma said, trying to keep her voice neutral. "She is. Rachel's incredibly talented—her book is actually literary fiction with romantic elements, so there might be some crossover appeal with your readership." Jake's tone was professionally enthusiastic, but Emma caught the way his eyes lingered on his cousin with obvious family pride. Emma watched through the glass as Rachel Morrison charmed everyone in the room, her laughter bright and infectious. She looked like the kind of writer who had never questioned her own talent, never struggled with emot

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.