Rachel Cusk Trilogy Novels & Stories

A soft smile came upon Cassandra's features, as Caleb kissed her on his mark and murmured, "I love you so much Cassie" He never failed to remind her of that fact, it was perhaps, her favorite part of their lovemaking. **** Trina had taken long walks before, but nothing ever this far. The Duncan Pack compound was deep in the heart of the forest, so far away from the rest of civilization that cars only stopped at the foot of the hill that led to the compound. So, her long walk had begun. She had never been more grateful for her wolf side, she couldn’t imagine a fully human person would have the strength or stamina to make this walk.

Her sarcasm remark stopped there. "Don't use a woman to counter another woman, it's not just pathetic, it's also annoying and useless." Cassandra knew Rachel, she had a bad temper but she was always straightforward. She had a dream, she wants to head up, move forward to be a real model. And be someone who could perform on a big stage with thousands of eyes following her steps. Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger.

I fell facedown flat to the ground. Great! Perfect timing! "Oops, didn't see you there. Must suck to be so insignificant" Rachel said with fake concern. She looked stellar in her silver and white dress that was newly made for her. "I guess this is what having no wolf causes. You're literally invisible. That's one free ability!" Tracy, her friend said and they all laughed. Daughters of warriors and council members.

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.

Good, these things had been going on for the longest time I think it's time to release our mini bombs. The man is so amuse of the things he had accumulated regarding the Parker family. These are the very thing that he needs for his revenge to the Stuart and the heirs of the Parker family. "Hey! ...You , pervert! Come back here.!" Rachel is already unlike the former Rachel that Cole married. She is now fast and stronger. She had to rely on her own on in times likr this. She was able to pull the intruder and reach the door before him. She immediately locked the door behind her. "Just where are you going Colin?"

So much so that the ‘instant chemistry’ that Rachel Cummings had talked about had morphed quickly into an attraction so fierce, the two of them were fighting themselves to keep from engaging it. Well, okay. Duke was fighting himself. She wasn’t fighting so much as skating lightly around the topic. Rachel had also said this trip was a perfect way to start a new life. At the time, Caitlyn had been dead set against that idea. Now though? Now she understood exactly why that the concept had merit. Perhaps Alex had grasped that concept too.

She glanced at me and nodded her head, without saying anything. I sighed and left the room. … As I returned to campus, Rachel was already in our room. She was sitting on the ledge of her window, smoking a cigarette as she often did and blowing the smoke outside. She still made the room smell disgustingly like cigarette smoke though. “That’s so bad for you,” I said, grabbing a can of Lysol and spraying the room. She shrugged. “We all die eventually anyways,” she muttered. “Besides, I’m a bear, remember? We don’t have long lifespans like wolves do.”

Jake said, smile fading. “How are things in the real world?” I asked Mitchell, trying to distract Jake. “Oh the same,” Mitchell answered. “Isn’t it always?” Jake said wistfully, leaning back in his seat. “Nothing ever changes in Melbourne or Druer City, or Belmar, really. No one goes anywhere or does anything. Although that can get boring for wolves…” Mitchell made a sound of agreement, then added, “Oh well you guys did miss something - Rachel’s on crutches now!”

He never enjoyed delivering disappointment-especially to someone as persistently optimistic as Rachel Clark. An ex-lawyer from New York City, who had traded in her disillusionment of the legal profession for the seductive illusion of a writing career, Rachel fled the stifling summer heat of New York City for the clean air and cool mountain breezes of the country. For the past two years, she rented a secluded cabin, camouflaged deep in the woods where, alone with her imagination, she created romantic, fictional characters whose relationships were full of passion and happy endings. A sharp contrast to the frustrations and bitter disappointments of the real ones she had known all her life.

Rachael fidgets with her hands and plays with her silver ring, she is nervous as she stares down at her feet and can’t help but wonder what will happen now. She sits at a wooden counter, where Cassandra comes along, “Here”, Cassandra hands her a glass of water. “Thank you” Rachael accepts the glass and glances at Cassandra as she notices the she-wolf staring at her. “What is it?” Rachael asks as she feels uncomfortable. Cassandra moves closer to Rachael and tries to touch her hair but the smaller woman swiftly slaps her hand away.