Rachel Dolezal Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“Ezra Anderson’s Omega.” “The psychologist? The one from the children’s home?” “The pretty one. With the curls.” “They say he couldn’t scream.” “Honestly? If it were my Omega, I’d have ripped out more than a few ribs.” "Poor Rachel, I even heard he cheated with her friend." At the local coffee shop, Mrs. Dolores Finch stirred her Earl Grey like it was a hex brew. “I always said Jonathan was all jaw and no spine,” she announced, voice clear and cutting enough to make forks pause mid-air at surrounding tables. “And Rachel? Giggling when she called the police. Giggling.”

After a brief silence, Eliza nodded and said, “I can’t argue that. I don’t know what my problem is. It’s just that sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this body.” “That’s crazy,” Reba scowled. “You have a great body. I’d take your body over mine any day.” That wasn’t the first time she’d made that type of remark to Eliza. With rich, dark, wavy hair that flowed over her shoulders, Eliza possessed a lean hourglass, five-feet-six-inch physique, Reba was more robust. The fact that her height was lucky to reach five-feet-two-inches with shoes on only proved to enhance her fluffy appearance. Bright red curls that were thick like a lion’s mane completed Reba’s disappointment in her lack of

Racheal stared at Delbert. She moved her chair back noisily, and stood up. “Madame Dalloz used me, she put me in severe danger for whatever reason, she cannot get away with it.” Racheal said, looking down at Delbert. “Racheal. You cannot…” Delbert was saying. She did not wait for him to finish before she turned and hurried out as everyone stared after them. How had she been so foolish? All these months she had sought out the woman’s advice.

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.”

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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

“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.”

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.

It was dawn and the sun’s ray casted long shadows across the ancient books scattered on the table. Rachel sat among them with her hands moving methodically as she flipped through pages and her brow was furrowed in concentration. The weight of the pack’s survival, of Gilly’s fate, and of Zone’s worsening condition, seemed to press down on all of us, but Rachel carried it with quiet determination. I stood near the door, pacing as I waited for her to find something—anything—that could guide us.

“She knew her story wasn’t done. She just didn’t know how many chapters came after.” Eliza – POV I read the book in bed, with tea, and music low, and the door locked — not because I was hiding, but because I wanted it all to myself. I savored every word. Not because it was perfect. But because it wasn’t. It was honest. It was her. And when I finished, I pulled out Rachel’s old photo — the one of her smiling with Calla under the yellow tree — and I whispered, “She did it.”