Rachel Brockman Novels & Stories

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

You don't know how to fucking drive? Yeah, I do! But we're doing this fucking fast and furious kinda shit, for when we are in need. This new job I have with the council is no joke. Two years ago before Ricky met Livie, we were contacted by Alpha Blake, the former leader of the Primord's Pack. He had word that the alpha in charge of the pack Livie was from was the main ringleader of a big dark operation.

“But Rachel said that she could provide you with lots of beautiful girls. She has a lot of the best collections apart from Flo.” “Flo?” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Her name is Flo. I don’t know if it’s a real name or a pseudonym, but I’ve tried looking for her on social media, and I can’t find any information about her. It seems Rachel takes great care of the privacy of the brothel she employs.” “Damn it!” he growled. That woman—the woman named Flo was the first woman to reject him. Not even just rejecting him but running away from him after she kicked his dick.

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.

The old man called Bob hugged Rachel back tightly "Gosh Rachel, we all missed you so much! why don't you ever come here again!" "Max, this is Bob, he is the security leader in this place. Bob, this is Max, my fiance," said Rachel. Noah shook Bob's hand warmly. "Oh my God, my little Rachel already had a fiance! sorry, I have been working for the Elliott's since. Rachel was ten years old," Bob chirped as he reached out to stroke Rachel head. Rachel smiled, her eyes are slightly watery. She has always been close to anyone who works with her family. "Bob always protect me, I always hid behind his back whenever my Dad started yelling and cursing at me...." Rachel recalled her childhood.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

Ella thought for a moment and then said, "Are you talking about Rachel?" "Rachel? Who's that?" Henry asked eagerly. Ella replied, "Rachel is a new teaching assistant who just graduated from Oaklynn University. She is doing an internship at our school." Henry asked, "How did Charmaine get into a conflict with Rachel? Tell me the details." Henry completely pushed Charmaine out of his mind, his eyes fixed on Ella as he asked. Henry had deeply set eyes. When he looked at people, it often gave them the illusion that he was very affectionate.

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.

It was from Rachel. I stared at the message for a long time. It was short and taunting: "Guess who's back? I hold shares now. Enjoy watching the fall of fools." My stomach churned. Rachel, my old trusted cousin and ally, was now making a bold statement. She wasn't just returning—she was clearly on the side of forces I had long suspected.

“I’m Ethan Gray, and this is Rachel Thompson . We’re excited to present our design today.” Rachel stepped forward, feeling the weight of the moment, but not backing down. “Our design isn’t just about aesthetics,” she began, her voice steady, “it’s about strength, passion, and making a statement. We’ve pushed boundaries, not for the sake of shock value, but because we believe in the power of the design to change the conversation.”