Rachel Cusk Trilogy Novels & Stories

If she tried to push back, she would only end up worse off. Enduring in silence was something Rachel had long grown used to. After tossing the basin aside and walking into the living room, Jasmine crossed her arms. Rachel turned away and went upstairs to change. Rachel threw the sweater soaked in consecrated water into the trash. She took the marriage agreement and a document envelope out of the safe and placed them on the sideboard. Then she went into the walk-in closet, pulled out a suitcase, and began packing her clothes. Nelson walked in and looked around the place Rachel lived in.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

"If I see her again, I'll toss her into the trash can too!" Caspian, aware that Rachel grew up in an orphanage, was taken aback by the extent of her tragic life. He desired to console Rachel, but words stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless. Larissa observed Caspian stealing glances at Rachel, detecting hesitation in his expression while he swallowed nervously. Larissa let out a gasp as she uncovered a hidden secret—Caspian had a crush on Rachel! His current behavior left Larissa so frustrated that she felt an urge to strangle him. How could he remain silent after his sharp-tongued confrontation with Ellie just moments ago?

Rachel said, raising her wrist for Cassandra to smell. Cassandra took a whiff and nodded approvingly. "It's perfect. I'm sure your sister will adore it." With their shopping mission accomplished, Rachel and Cassandra headed to a nearby café, carrying their newly acquired treasures. As they settled into a cozy corner, they continued their conversation, sharing stories, laughter, and the occasional sip of coffee. As they savored their drinks and engaged in lively conversation, Rachel and Cassandra's camaraderie grew stronger. They delved into personal anecdotes, sharing their dreams, and aspirations, and even discussing the challenges they faced in their respective careers.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

I opened the drawer, pulled out a blank page, and began to write. Not to River. Not to Rachel. To her. The version of myself who had almost turned back. Dear girl at the gate, You don’t need a reason to stay. You just need a heartbeat willing to listen. And I’m listening now. James – POV Skye asked to help with the archives. We kept boxes of things Rachel had saved—postcards, sketches, old journals filled with ideas and lists she never finished. She called it “the treasure chest of unfinished things.” Skye catalogued them without question.

he added. "Hyun, it's because that's what made the story realistic. It's not for dramatic reasons. There's really no happy ending," she finally gave her answer. Cela closed her laptop right after the call with Hyun. It's been two months since she was asked to write another book that would complete a trilogy and would eventually be made into a three-part special on TV. It all began there. She thought it was a sign to look for Nate because finally, there was a logical reason to do so. The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether.

Rachel thought as she adjusted the pillow under her head for the umpteenth time. “It's clear that I'm not his wife, but why would he make such a fake journal? His determination is very strong to harass my family." Once again, Rachel closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep. Unfortunately, the feeling of familiarity with Alice's journey became even clearer. When she could no longer review it, she got out of bed, went out for fresh air. “Why does his wife have to look like me? It's just a bother," she grumbled after closing the door slowly. She didn't want to wake Sky because of her unfounded anxiety.

His strength, wisdom, and unwavering commitment to his pack and his triad gave him the resilience to face these challenges head-on. Rachel, with her empathetic nature and diplomacy skills, became a bridge between the triad and the pack. She worked tirelessly to build trust and understanding among the pack members, addressing their concerns and fears with patience and compassion. Her efforts were instrumental in fostering unity and acceptance within the pack, allowing the love between Andrea, Jax, and Rachel to thrive.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.