Rachel Brockman Age Novels & Stories

she cried. “No you are not weak,” I assured her. Rachel isn’t weak. She’s one of the strongest I know. She was eleven when it was known to everyone that she would be the next priestess of our pack. While every previous predecessor got their first vision at age thirteen, she got hers at age eleven and was taken to the shrine for proper culturing. She became the priestess of the pack at the age of eighteen when the previous one before her died. Everything happened too fast for her and she had to take the weight of a pack on her shoulder at a young age. She has done a lot. She has seen a lot and told us ways to prevent it.

I responded, turned around, and walked to the bed. I sat down and watched Rachel as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. My eyes swept over her. Rachel was a little bit short. She was chubby and had a pleasant round face. She was twenty-eight years old. She was wearing a green floor-length dress and on her feet was a pair of black slippers. I like her because she is diligent, loyal, and hardworking. Aside from that, she loves my kids and they also love her which is most important to me as a mother.

“Age, Cadet Sinclair?” “Eighteen, ma’am.” Okay, at least there’s only a four-year gap between us, not nine like with Torin. “Zahra Larkin.” My stomach drops. I walk forward, trying not to let the shaking in my hands show. Nurse Rachel glances up, then down when she sees me. Clearly wasn’t expecting someone so small. Her eyes widen slightly. “Age, Cadet Larkin?” “Fourteen, ma’am,” I say, loud and clear.

Her hands were shaking. "Dear the man who took me," Rachel read. Her voice was barely a whisper. "I was twelve years old when you put me in that basement. I was twelve years old when you chained me to the wall. I was twelve years old when you took everything from me." Emma's eyes filled with tears. "I spent ten years being angry," Rachel continued. "I spent ten years being scared. I spent ten years wishing I was dead." Rachel's voice cracked. "But I'm not dead. I'm here. I'm alive. And I'm not going to let you win."

Rachel unable to stand the discussion on the dinner table butted in. "Dad, Uncle I know you know nore about our enemies. But I was able to have a conversation with Ysabela Brooks, and I feel her, since I have been on the same boat before. In my opinion Ysa is not involve in Joshua Brooks shady business deals. As far as I know she is also a victim in Joshua's insensitive plans to get what he wants." "Do you think so?" Her father said, Rachel nodded that her family set their mind at rest. "Just be careful avoid to be too trusting.The discussion on the dinner table switch to more positive topic.

Then, out of nowhere, an unfamiliar number lit up my phone screen. "Hello, is this Brady?" A woman's voice rang out, mature and composed. "Yes, speaking. And you are?" I asked. "I'm Rachel Booth." "Oh, Mrs. Booth! Hello! Is there something I can help you with?" Rachel was Colin's wife. I'd met her a few times before. Every time she showed up at the office, she'd strut in like she owned the place, barking orders at people, and making sure someone ended up humiliated before she left.

Summer, 2020 Five years later Twenty three years old Rachel Reeves moved slowly around the tiny kitchen in the small house where she and her mother had lived since her father was jailed. She could tell just by looking at the bright sky, that it was afternoon already. She had to hurry up if she wanted to see her father today, before the jail wardens stopped people from coming in. Rachel carefully packed two plates of delicious food, what she could make with the little money she had.

“He believes I’m the reason my mother died.” “You’re not.” “I know. I’m not, but he is.” Rachel cleaned up the wounds, and as she did, all I could think about was the fact that I didn’t know a thing about her. Well, just the fact that she was one of the pack maids. “Do you have a family, Rachel?” I questioned and she paused. I was never one to ask questions–ever, and yet, I wanted to know. “Yes. I have a daughter. She’s just a few years younger than you are.”

Alfred asked while bouncing Zoe on his knees. Rachel chuckled. “Today makes it exactly two years ago when I first bumped into Derek at the bar of a nightclub where I was celebrating my 28th birthday,” she said. “Wait, are you saying today is your 30th birthday?” Alfred asked with raised eyebrows. “Yes,” she grinned. “Oh, my goodness! Happy birthday, Rachel. Are you having a party to celebrate?” “Uh, I don’t know…” she replied uncertainly. “We could throw a party for her here,” Derek suggested.

He said, this time with a smile. "How long has Rachel been working here and do you have any pictures," I said, hoping for it to be true. "A year or so later, she works at night only, and her home is around the corner," he said, rippling in the direction of her home. "But why are asking,"