Rachel Brockman Novels & Stories

I blinked rapidly, my vision blurring with pain and cold. “Wake up, freak,” the guard barked. I coughed and twisted, my body screaming in protest as I curled into myself. Every part of me burned—my cheek, my chest, my knees. My hunger gnawed at me worse now, turning into something almost animal. “Get up,” Kelly ordered. “Or you’ll regret it.” I laughed. It was a broken sound, dry and cracked. “I already do.” She knelt beside me again, this time her smile was gone. “Do you know what happens to wolves who refuse to obey, Rachael?” she whispered, her voice smooth as poison. “They get put down.”

ISLA POV Marcus left right after dessert, some excuse about an early morning that didn't match anything he said about his schedule twenty minutes earlier, and I stood in my own kitchen scraping lasagna into a container and running through every woman I could think of whose name started with R. Rachel, from the design team Julian brought on two years ago,but she left the company for maternity leave and never came back, moved to Ohio, I was pretty sure. Regina, his aunt, seventy-one years old and about as likely to be texting "we need to talk tonight" as she was to take up skydiving. Rosalind, some old college friend he mentioned maybe twice a year at most. None of them fit. None of them made

“Rachel, I’m going to get some coffee into the groom. I’ll see you after the ceremony, okay?” “Sure. I’ll have them send the luggage to our room. See you later,” She watched Alex help Brad stagger through the lobby. “What was that all about? Bob is it?” Rachel occupied Brad’s vacant seat. “Nervous groom. Bob Cash. Nice to meet you..?” “Rachel Clark,” she held out her hand. Bob stared at her, wide-eyed as he warmly shook her hand. “The Rachel Clark? Author of Legal Briefs?” he exclaimed. “Yes, that’s me. You’ve heard of my book?” Rachel was amazed. The last person she would think would read her novel would be a bartender.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

“Nah, not everything. She has been able to pass them to me a few times, though, so I can see them too. It’s pretty fuckin’ cool.” “You can actually see them?” Serena asks incredulously. Brock nods. Her eyes widen. “Damn, that is cool.” The door to the packhouse opens, and all of us look that way to see who has arrived. Gray and Fallon walk through the door, along with Gray’s beta, Deke. Just like when we got here, Astrid waves them over to join us. “So are we taking bets on whether Jax is gonna show on time or what?” Brock jokes once they’re within earshot. Pretty ironic how the guy is suddenly a stickler for punctuality.

She asks in a low nervous voice. I look at her, and sigh as I take a few steps and sit next to Brandon, placing my hands on my knees and pulling my body forward. I run my fingers through my face, letting an irritated grunt out. "Her name is Roxanne, Roxanne Bennett. We dated back in high school, a few months before graduation and well, unfortunately things didn't end well. We broke up towards the middle of my freshman year in college, when she confessed to be with someone else. I was able to avoid talking to her while she was busy with her new boyfriend. When things didn't work out with him, she kept coming around, calling me, sending me emails and even visiting my uncle back home whenever w

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

I will take you down there and see why someone would kick you out of his office. I nodded, following behind him as he led me back to Brax's office. As we approached the door, I could hear voices coming from inside. Nick knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. Walking in behind him, my eyes met Brax's. A warm, welcoming smile came to his face as he stood to come over to greet me. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Brax's familiar and comforting presence enveloped me. I hid my feelings by giving him a warm smile back. As he reached me, he placed his arm around my shoulder, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I wondered where you were; Laura said you left in a hurry

I missed that man and the two colleagues who helped me earlier. I finally returned to my desk and tried to solve the problem myself without receiving help from that woman. "You talked to Hella?" Liam looked surprised when he heard my story. I nodded, telling her the difficulties I faced without her and Chloe. I managed to solve my problem, but that woman's insulting remark was annoying enough that I still thought about it. "Never mind. Rachel was like that after she received an award from Alex as the best employee." Chloe calmed me down before noticing my confused look. "Ah, Hella is what Rachel calls Liam."

- She said and left the room, showing Rachel to follow. As they were nearly at the entrance, Camille appeared out of nowhere. Katherine stopped to look at her. - I didn't know we had a guest. - The witch offered Rachel her sweetest smile. - I don't think we had a chance to meet before. - I have no memory of such a thing. - Rachel replied politely. - Rachel Atkins is a Luna of the North Star Pack. She came here for a short visit. So please excuse us as her time is limited.