Rachel Dolezal Book Novels & Stories

As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister. An abundant amount of words flamed from each page that quivered like a feather as it blew around me. The words; burned their sacred information into my eyes, soaking up each and every paragraph and phrase, a fountain of knowledge hurling itself at me and my wolf, consuming me and etching their distinct meaning into my very consciousness. And amongst the fluttering fury surrounding me, I saw Kellen, watching. “Miss. Langley, would you care to answer the question?” huh? I had tuned every

They might not take it seriously if someone discovered she and Alex had a more personal relationship, so she signed the document Barbara Casey, the fictional name of the female lead character from her novel. Rachel changed into a business suit, put the letter into her pocket and rode the elevator down to the lobby where she slipped the completed form into the mail slot. She asked the doorman to hail her a cab. She wasn’t about to chance losing her parking space. * * * The offices of Prelude Press were a mixture of modern glass and old-fashioned wood. The walls were lined with framed book jackets, all signed by various best-selling authors. Rachel felt a wave of excitement when she realized t

It Thursday and Jabal and Rachel are just coming out of the drama club room. “Am sure you will get the lead role” Jabal said. “I don’t think so. Quinn is also good.” “You are also good. common...” “The list would be out soon and we would see” “Yeah” “Test week is also near. Gosh!, I need to start reading” Rachel stated. “You practically read every day!” “I need to read more” “Just don’t kill yourself” “Book can’t kill me” “Books can...have you heard about people who die or run mad because of books?”Jabal said.

"Oh, she collects books. That's significant." "No, she's the author. She an author and she gifted us this yesterday." Something in my brain skipped like a stone across water. I looked at the book. Looked at Risa. Looked at the book again. "Khole is Lana Steele?" I hadn't meant to shriek. It came out entirely on its own. Risa's nervous laugh confirmed everything. "Yes." The bedroom door flew open. Dove and Khole stumbled out together, both squinting, deeply unhappy about whatever noise had disturbed them. Dove had a throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape. Khole's hair was piled on top of her head in a shape that defied structural logic.

Only exhaustion at the thought of pretending around him. My phone buzzed again. Another message from Rachel. Rachel: I know this is crazy but I keep replaying it. The way you tasted. The way you moaned when I fingered you. I’ve never done anything like that before. I can’t focus on my rounds. Please reply. I stared at the screen, heart racing. Kael leaned in slightly to read it, his breath warm against my ear. “She’s unraveling fast,” he observed. “Desperate girls make mistakes. Or useful allies.”

The river location Rachel had sent was close, too close for comfort, but there was no turning back now. As I drove, my mind raced with everything I knew about Rachel. She had always been sharp, manipulative, and calculating, but until recently, I hadn’t realized just how deeply her claws were embedded in Daniel’s empire. I had underestimated her once—her ambitions, her drive to take over everything Daniel built—and now it seemed like I was walking straight into her final trap.

The Vizsla was a girl - a woman - probably ten kinds of mean to be a leader in the Black Hand. "That's wonderful," Rachel called out. "Everyone needs to crash out. We have work to do and I don't want us getting sloppy. Cáel, a moment please," she beckoned me toward our small and smelly bath closet. Calling it a room was too generous. Getting up sent me tumbling down. My equilibrium was still recalibrating. My second attempt was successful and I staggered in that direction. Once we'd wedged ourselves into the bathing space - I had to stand in the tub - Rachel shut the door, crossed her arms and stared at the floor.

~ Ten years later My life is completely transformed. I am no longer Delilah. I’m Rachel Green, the nonchalant, jobless girl everyone thinks is obsessed with Richard Maranzano because I have been living my life with curiosities about his life. It is nerve-wracking how close yet far away I am from him. I know every single detail about his life - what he does, what he eats, what he wears, who he’s with. Every single detail is stored is kept in my brain.

“If you can manage to behave yourself the next three days, we shall see what can be arranged for your simple wolf friend.” My hands began to crunch in and I could feel my fists wanting to fly at her. How dare she call Reese simple. If it wasn’t for Reese, I’d never have survived school or life! I could feel my wolf angrily trying to yell the same thing! Laura must have sensed the anger...She made a small grunt noise alerting me to her and she did her best to smile. “High Priestess if I may perhaps, we should allow Kellina a moment to freshen up before we proceed with decoration selection.”

He took a deep breath. Just then the door swung open and Darius looked up to meet Rachel’s curious gaze. She was dressed impeccably for the meeting, wearing the traditional clothes favored by the tribe’s nobility. Her hair was neatly pinned up on top of her head, adorned with delicate, gold pins that glinted with reflected light, making her appear taller than she actually was. Darius fought the urge to reach out and touch them, lest he ruin whatever chance he may have at convincing her to become his mate.