Rachel Dolezal Book Review Novels & Stories

As she walked past the charity's glass table she saw a book that was similar to the one Clarke bought for her after their little argument days ago. "Hey... I have this book. Dear rose...." Rachel exclaimed "Okay?" Charity acted so calmly, she wanted to hear what Rachel would say concerning the book. "the book is so nice, concise, and beautifully written" "Really? I just got the book" charity answered back. It was a lie. Rachel was able to detect this because she had gotten so used to charity in such a way that she knew what each of the charity's facial expressions meant. "Why are you acting weird?" Rachel grimaced.

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.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

"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.

Unexpectedly, Rachel was the type who was very interested in architecture and technology, so that the woman explained it enthusiastically, in a simple way but still difficult for him to understand. Well, what people said was true. Don't judge the book by its cover. Even though he invited Rachel because there was no choice. But now he found Rachel a very attractive woman—though still not as attractive as Hazel or Edward. He thought Rachel was just the type of spoiled woman who loved looking for man's attention using her charm as a woman, but that was wrong. Rachel was just the type of person who really cares about her co-workers. In fact, even though the woman was not close to Hazel, the woma

she glanced at Chloe, “…we light the fuse.” Chloe gave a firm nod. “And his world burns.” Zoe’s hands trembled as she skimmed the pages. The words looked strange in black and white, her shame transformed into evidence. When she signed, she felt both lighter and heavier at once, like she had handed over a part of herself. Rachel collected the papers, slipping them neatly into her case. “That’s it. The legal wheels are turning.” She looked at Chloe. “Now it’s time for PR.”

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

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.”

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

The reason was simple: Jazell was very cunning; every word she uttered always had a hidden meaning. Rachael had only spent a few months with her, and she could already write a book about her. "I wouldn't say so myself; a stolen necklace isn't a trivial issue." Racheal said, retracting her gaze to the book in her hand, she was aiming at something. "However, you seem to be enjoying watching them get on each other's nerves." She commented, flipping a page of the book she was reading. "Don't be puerile, Racheal..." Jazell purred, staring at an invisible dirt on her pedicure.