Rachel Brockman Age Novels & Stories

So, he brought her to the table where the Quinns were sitting. "Romelius, I don't think this is a wise decision," a woman said. She looked like she was in her 30s or 40s and wore plain clothes. She was also with a little girl around seven to eight years old. Her name was Rachel Astley. She was one of Romelius' sisters-in-law. Rachel was close with Joyce, so she knew about Romelius' past exploits. She knew that Joyce wasn't in a position to speak up, so she did it for her.

Natalie was surprised; she couldn't think of any reason why he would come here in person. "Are you Miss Brooks?" An older man walked out from behind Morgan Samuel. Natalie felt that his face seemed familiar. Stone excitedly held her hand and finally looked towards Natalie: "Miss Brooks, I'm Stone." Miss Brooks? Everyone gasped in surprise at the long-haired, exquisitely dressed beauty in front of them, then looked at Natalie's age. Natalie was young at first and looked petite. Although the legendary stockbroker queen was still very young, it was hard for anyone to believe that this stockbroker queen was a little girl around 24 years old.

RACHEL I wrapped the large brown towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom. Just then, the door to the room opened, and Brooke stepped in. She made her way to her bed, plopping on it, before falling back. “Tired as fuck,” she whispered, rolling around. Then she sat up immediately, her eyes flickering to mine. “You didn't come to the den last night.” I shrugged, wanting to ignore her. We weren't friends. She had almost killed me on my first day here, and she had threatened me too. I saw no reason to be overly friendly with her and have such a discussion until she spoke again.

I started to wonder if maybe I was getting too friendly with Jessica. Rachel Killian came out of the changing rooms in the robe, her warm golden-brown skin more heavily revealed as I walked her down to the room. I ran through the questionnaire with her, and while she didn’t flirt with me as directly as Eden did, she also wasn’t as clinical or impatient as most of my clients. She joked lightly and smiled with a warm quirk to her plush lips. I was surprised to find out she was in her early forties, and she mentioned she had a couple of kids in their young teens. I went through the motions, stepping out to allow her to get under the sheet on the massage table, and then re-entered.

Richard asked her. "Well, I saw in the papers you now apparently have a daughter, spectacular party may I add. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail, lucky for you I don't hold on to grudges." Rachel said before her eyes settled on me. "Mr.Davis Jones, how lovely it is to meet you." She said as she extended her hand towards me but I didn't take it. From the looks of it she would be around forty, hard to say with all the work she appears to have done to her face.

She had waited patiently for his return so they could finally start their life together. Now, her father’s announcement shatters those plans. Charlotte stares at him in disbelief, her chest tightening, watching as he sits comfortably on the couch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gazes at Rachel, who is now twenty and a freshman in college. Her throat feels dry, and her hands tremble slightly at her sides. Rachel shyly tucks her hair behind her ear, looking every bit innocent, like a white lotus in bloom. Her lips twitch in a faint, knowing smirk.

I tried to apologize and offered to make things right, but she had already made her decision. Now we needed a new maid. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at my coffee, wondering if I had made the right decision bringing Harley home. I feared that Richard must be right. Everything had felt so perfect until yesterday. Now it felt like another crack in our fragile peace. Caleb. By the end of the day, the agency sent someone new. Her name was Rachel. She was in her late thirties, neatly dressed, with a warm smile. She greeted us politely and immediately tried to hug Zane when he walked into the room.

She joined this field not only due to her interests but also to uncover the truth about what had happened all those years ago. Jacob continued, "Rachel used to work at Justa Workshop too. She was my mentor's disciple, so technically, she and I are like siblings. She was a young woman in her twenties who over-shadowed a couple of men in our forties. However, she later left the job for a man." He gritted his teeth and added, "What a waste of talent. I’ll make that man regret it if I ever find out who he is. Unless he treats her well, then I'll let it go."

About time. @ClassOverCash: Jenny Walker just served the best clapback of the year. @OfficeInsider: Rachel’s been terrorizing the design department. Karma came quick. I sat up, hand over my mouth. More videos surfaced—clips I hadn’t even realized existed. Rachel in high school, shoving me against lockers, mocking me in the cafeteria, laughing while I swallowed back tears. My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the comments. @RetroVibes: So Rachel’s been a bully since high school? Girl, grow up.

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.