Rachel Brockman Hot Novels & Stories

“Let me find you something.” I dug around for a minute before realizing... this wasn’t going to work. Rachel has curves I could only dream of. I’m five-five, blonde, average all around. She’s taller, fuller, and everything about her screams confidence. My clothes would barely qualify as a joke on her. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of fabric rustling behind me. I turned around just as Rachel slipped out of her bra, completely unbothered. “Problem solved,” she said, crawling under the blanket in nothing but a thong.

She knew she sounded act like a bitch, but she purposely didn't wear a bra, leaving her nipples visible under her clothes. "Hey, you brought my order?" said Rachel with her innocent face, at that time she just poked her head out. "Yeah, it's in the kitchen," Nicholas answered grimly, "I'm going to bed right away," she added as she walked to her room. Rachel quickly slipped out of the room, showing her sexy body that looked very attractive in hot pants and a black tank top without her bra. Nicholas looked up, staring at Rachel with eyes that twitched in impression.

"Everyone, come look at this! The desperate omega is taking creepy pictures of us!" My heart sank as students began gathering around. No, please not again. "Give me back my phone," I demanded, reaching for it. "Oh my god, Jessica, she has like a hundred pictures!" another girl squealed. "She's been stalking us like some kind of pervert!" "I was only photographing the weapons!" I protested. "Sure you were, trash digger," Jessica laughed mockingly. "Just like you were only 'researching' when you threw yourself at the Hunter brothers, right?"

She brought out her phone and started recording. "And what exactly do you think you're doing now?" Laura frowned, watching them bickering and laughing. Rachel was so serious she held her phone and connected it to a selfie stick. She was pressing some button on it until she finally brought it up close to her hand and smiled at the camera. Laura patiently watched what they were doing. She was going to start a live stream of the scene? It didn't make any sense to her. "Hello my fans," Rachel started to say."I have interesting news. You will not believe who I just saw here today. My brother's ex wife who tried to ruin him."

Rebecca said happily, "Besides, she needed to get some fresh air. Being close to those arrogant women would make her uncomfortable." "Mm! I do agree, Your grace!" Zita supported her. "Zita, can I ask you a question?" Rebecca asked her. "Yes, you can." Zita replied calmly. "You've lived in that house longer than I have and know more than I do. I'm well aware that the Princess and the Duke were once lovers. How deep was their relationship?" Rebecca asked curiously, removing Catherine's hand from her curly hair.

He looked wrecked; pants open, hair messy, guilt and lust and fear all over his stupid face. “Think about it, baby,” I purred. “You know where to find me when you get tired of pretending to be a good husband.” I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, the night air cool against my skin. My phone buzzed in my bag. Rachel. My sweet, stupid, horny little colleague who had no idea she was just a pawn. I smiled as I read her message. Rachel: I sent you the full video from the room. Did you see how that bitch came for me? She’s addicted now.

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

she stutters, heat spreading across her face. She doesn’t need to be sorry. After what he did to her and she still let him go free, this is the least she can do about him. “But is no lie. Chill, I don’t care; call him an ass or worse; he fits every single curse on this planet.” Her eyes widen and her jaw drops at my utterance. Yes, I said it. Before she can respond, there is a brassy voice that almost makes me curse. “Hello, girls, I’m Rachel Collins, a popular girl in the class, I’m sure you already know.” She brushes off her hair with her manicured nails.

And, damn, ain't he just be looking good taking the authority in that room. "It's no wonder why girls would love to ride his dick. Aside from having a huge load in the middle of his thighs, he's worth someone putting on a shelf," I muttered to myself, a smirk playing on my lips. As he talked, pointing at the large screen, a woman stood by the dark, like some kind of a creepy entity in a movie, watching Valerian with her arms crossed. Frankly, she was making her boobs look defined for his view. It was no other than... "Rachel Took," I grumbled—no, more like a growl, actually. My teeth greeted. What the hell was that slutty woman doing here?