Rachel Brockman Novels & Stories

The message was brief: “I have been made aware of the situation and have started an investigation. We will give everyone an explanation as soon as possible.” The netizens cheered when they saw this. “Great! Rachel is here. She’s the daughter of the former governor of Riveria as well as Stephen’s wife. She’s one of Riveria’s administrators now. She’ll be sure to deal with the Fords and the Lanes.” “Someone is finally standing up for us.” “Go, Rachel!” “You got this, my goddess!” The people of Breeze City calmed down slightly when they learned that Rachel was seeking justice for them. Although they did not know about Rachel’s capabilities, they knew of Stephen’s. As long as he did not get invo

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

RACHEL The universe was working against me. There were times when I believed so, just as I do now. I didn't want to believe what I had just heard, but that seemed like the truth. My gaze flickered to the perfect side of the room, and I saw the initial once more. B.M. “Brooke Maddox,” I whispered. How didn't I realize that sooner? I presumed I didn't, because I never knew her surname and didn't know I would be paired in a room with her. A bloody roommate from hell.

She was dressed in clothes so colorful they almost hurt my eyes after the drabness of pack life and the somber tones of Austin’s mansion. “Hi!” she chirped, her voice as bright as her outfit. “You must be Selena! I’m Rachel Moreau, but everyone calls me Rach. Mr Thorne hired me to, like, totally get you up to speed on stuff!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, radiating an energy that felt completely out of place in this cold, quiet house. I just stared at her. This bubbly creature was going to teach me how to be...what? Less like a wild animal dragged from a river?

--- That afternoon, I stood before the old Sanborn board—twelve chairs that once carried silence, strategy, and fear. I’d cleared eight of them. Only four stayed: Leona, Beatrice, a young social entrepreneur named Aria who’d once lived in one of Sanborn’s failed shelters, and unexpectedly—Rachel. Yes, you heard me, Rachel. She showed up wearing a navy gown, no makeup on and the raw expression of someone who’d made a hard decision. We spoke privately before the meeting. “I’m not here to apologize,” she said. Typical Rachel. “I’m not asking you to either.”

"You've been trying to make me look stupid since the day you walked in here! Everyone sees it! You, with your flowers and your little notes, pretending to be so..." "Rachael." It was Ms. Park. She hadn't raised her voice. She didn't need to. "Sit down, young lady. You are embarrassing yourself." Rachael froze. Her mouth opened, then closed. She sat on the nearest chair like she'd been shoved. Ms. Park turned back to me. "Mrs. Brooks. I have been in business for forty years. I have dealt with three of Mr. Brooks's assistants, and not one of them could even read a contract." She tapped the folder. "Where have you been hiding this talent?"

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

We sat there, like two kids in a principal’s office, while the receiver wrote it down. “One more thing,” said the receiver, as the others gathered their papers. “The question of administration. The Fund will need a chief financial officer.” “I’ll do it,” said Rachel. “You have no experience.” “I have eleven years of Whitmore ledgers in my head. And a degree in accounting from NYU.” She smiled. “I think I’m overqualified in the only way that matters. I know how it was stolen.” Tobias coughed into his fist, and I saw that he was laughing.

"That is out of our jurisdiction I'm afraid. We must make a decision. Keeping her here will not only give us extra protection from our tri-moon goddesses, but it will also protect her against the aswangs that were sent after her and Chansey. She has to know, I'm giving you no later then her eighteenth to tell her." I interrupted their conversation, opening the door harshly. All eyes averted my way. The elders were startled, my mother seemed shocked at my sudden abruptness. "Blake? What is the meaning of this? Why have you interrupted? This is a private conversation, wait outside." Alpha Brock was upset. He fisted his hand on top of his desk while his body prompt forward. I clenched my jaw, m

Rachel Brookes. Dr. Brighton’s patient in Thorntown. “Hi, Rachel.” Rachel stepped back and looked straight at me, almost like she was dissecting me, before a smile crept onto her face and her eyes softened. “You look a bit frazzled, my dear.” I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, well, let’s just say I never in a million years thought I would ever meet a Hollywood actor let alone be here, mingling with hundreds.” She took my hands in hers. “Welcome. I’ve never seen Weston smile so much, and that makes us all so happy. Now hold on tight to him, and don’t ever let go.”