Novel & Cerita Rachel Bright Book

Lilith smiled as he read his admiration for her, but upon reading thoughts about a planned meeting with Nadir, she rose up, still straddling, and scowled while looking at him. - So that's why you were so happy? Because Nadir is finally going to succumb to you?- she asked indignant, digging her nails into the skin on his arms so hard she scratched him to the blood. Samael hissed quietly in pain, tearing her hand and nails away from his skin. - Yes, you guessed it.- he sent her a sly smile, not letting her know how much the scratch actually hurt. Besides, the wounds were already starting to heal.

- she pointed at the guests. At the same time Selene finally looked at their faces. One of the men seemed familiar to her. -"That's the same dark haired guy from the cafe!"- she suddenly realized. The boy also looked at her surprised, but he was clearly pleased with this coincidence. - Let me introduce everyone to you one by one.- Meredith walked slowly towards the guests. First, she approached a woman with shoulder length, brown hair, green eyes, athletic body and medium height.- This is the Head of the Council of Sorceresses, Elisabeth Spelling. She is two thousand one hundred years old, her additional gift is the ability to manipulate emotions. She leads the Council and makes sure that ev

"And what on God's earth brings a smile to your face? because I sure as hell know it ain't his dry as sahara jokes that make me thirsty and not even in the nice way," Amy almost snapped out loud in Rachel's ears, jerking her to the awefully bright room with too much rich people and not enough peace of mind to go round especially for her who was expecting some buckets of pig blood like it was some fucking Carrie movie. "A nice flashback to when I didn't have to look over my shoulder in a room filled with self-obsessed people and nepotism babies," Rachel replied, packing some strands of her hair away from her face which got there when she jerked and suddenly pushed its way through her ear drum

Rachel wouldn’t die for- My legs gave way and I fell into a plant covered ditch, landing roughly on my ankle and hitting my head. Above, the wolves roared and ran, searching for me. My vision blurred, and I slowly slipped out of consciousness. *I’m sorry, Rachel. It was all for nothing.* Brielle

They were walking toward me with purpose. “What do you think you’re all doing?!” I yelled. But before I could say another word, I felt a sharp pain in my neck—like something had pierced me. “Carry her to the car,” Mira ordered coldly. That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. Author’s POV Two hours later… Jeffery, Ellien, Mira, and Jacob stood around Rachel’s unconscious body. The room was dark and dusty. Cracked walls surrounded them, and the only light flickered from a weak bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Prosecutor: Miss Beatrice, where do you work? Beatrice: I presently work at Rachel's studio. Prosecutor: Were you present at the studio on the day of the incident? Beatrice: Yes, I was at the studio. Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant, Lawson Webmar? Beatrice: Yes, I know him very well, I used to work for him at Lawson's group before he dismissed me. Prosecutor: Let's focus on that day. What happened. Beatrice: Rachel was in her office with Aaron when I was told someone had come asking for her. When she stepped out, I saw it was her husband Lawson.

We were now in a half circle. I tried my best to not look so uncomfortable, while this tall, lean, sunshine-haired girl drawled, “Marsh, don’t attack the girl.” The golden-haired girl next to the literal glow-in-the-dark Marsh beamed at me with a relaxed kindness. Catching up to the conversation as to not look dumb as all hell, I answered Marsh’s questions. “I’m Rachel, transferred from P.H.” Marsh became more interested. And she scooted towards the edge of her seat. “Your name is Raquel?” Marsh asked, not believing.

Rachel gave her a long, quiet look. “Then we keep burning. Brighter.”

I countered. Rachel's face softened, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. "I don't think the Order is keeping track of who is sleeping with who within the campus." She grinned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Don't mind what I said. Forget about it all and just go get laid. Besides, Adrian's also powerful, influential..." Rachel dismissed with a wave of her hand, her bracelets jingling. "I don't think the Order would mess with someone like him."

I check through the curriculum for the middle school, and the high school and when I find what I am looking for, I wait until the end of my shift before dashing away. Stepping into the recommended book store, I could tell it was serious business, the air is stiffer here, and a cut out of Rachel Park stand by the entrance, greeting whoever walked in first. My mind replaces the image of the tight lipped, hard eyes woman on the cut out with Regina’s smiling face, and it is so much better, so, so much better. She would definitely be better than this Rachel Park lady. I can feel it. With that conviction in my heart, the books on my shoulder feel light and I head back home.