Rachel Bright Book Novels & Stories

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.

~ Brianne’s Raye POV I felt a very soft feeling on my body, I could hear the gentle sound of waves. I frown as I tried to find where the direction is it coming from, I slowly tried to open her eyes. But I felt like her eyelid are too heavy to be able to stay open. A very bright light blinded me making me groan as it made me close my eyes shut again, I force myself to open my eyes and look on the other way of the light. I slowly tried to familiarize myself and think about where am I, the place felt comfortable and familiar.

The pain from those final moments still had not fully faded. I was not about to make the same mistake twice, so I chose the three matches without hesitation. Everyone in the room froze. Someone mumbled, "Has Renee Gallagher completely lost it? Those are just three regular matches! It's not like they're made of gold." "That's a multi-billion dollar inheritance, and she's just handing it over to someone who was adopted? If Renee wants to play the saint, she should at least pick the right time!" "I can't even watch this. It's driving me nuts! If she doesn't know how to choose, let me do it for her!"

'Ok, what do we know?' I ask my men as they sit around our meeting table. Rory opens his laptop and shows the Bratva Principessa walking into the Houston Animal Centre wearing tight jeans and a backpack. She looks very young, with her stunning blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and no make-up. 'She's doing her Intern Credit here at the Centre. Been attending for a week, and she'll be there for another three. If you want to take her, this is going to make it easy; she has two guards, and they are keeping it very low-key.'

Despite the increasing desire to glare at him, I simply smirked which I could see, drove him madder with how red his neck and face turned. Like a fucking tomato! Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a red crop top, Rachel, one of our team mates walked up to my window. She looked gorgeous as always with her well-fitted clothes. She put on a show as she removed her crop top revealing a black bra underneath it. The bystanders cheered her on. She perched down low to rest her arms against the frame of the wide opened window. She was the only girl in our gang who understood racing and knew how to race and truthfully speaking, she had both the brain and the beauty, unlike Sophie.

~Nyla~ "I'll just catch a tiny rabbit for you all, I hope." I heard Rachel giggle nervously while the others told her she would get at least a baby deer and nothing less. She looked like a little fairy dressed in a white traditional robe and wearing a lavender flower headband. The woodland setting and garden arches with twinkling lights and flowers made the entire place look like an enchanted forest at twilight. "Oh yes, Riley! What took you so long? You look beautiful!"

The Texas sun was blazing as we stepped out. I couldn’t feel cold, but I could feel the warmth. I looked down at my skin to see if I was on fire. No, not yet. I took another step out of the door. I was fully immersed in the sun now. I felt fine. As fine as dead can feel. I can leave the house in the daylight. Score one for Rachel. Take that Mr. Bitey. Wait, if I can go out, I’m sure he can also be out in the sun. Still. Score one for Rachel.

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.

“But she soon will be.” --- Rachel jumped from the back of the black SUV before it stopped fully. The school gates loomed in front of her, half-open, guards nowhere in sight. She sprinted through them. Through the doors, hallways and lockers. The scent hit her like fire—cinnamon, metal, power. Her stomach twisted. The woman was close. She turned the corner—and saw Dylan. He was facing the crimson-cloaked figure. Nyra was beside him. Rachel stopped. The woman turned slowly—and smiled.