Novel & Cerita Rachel Elizabeth Dare Fanart

I'm regretting why I came to the party in the first place, sometimes revenge doesn't turn out well as you've expected. After listening to all the stupid and crazy rules laid down by Brandon, we all sat in a big circle. A beer bottle was in the middle of us and Brandon was the one twirling the bottle for us. We are expected to have 3 Truths and a Dare for each participant. Kai and Athena were the first to hit on their Dare part, and all along I've caught Kayden staring at me acutely. “I dare you nibble Alicia's neck for 2 minutes and make her moan,” Athena said, and I nearly puked while everyone cheered loudly.

Once we are inside, Rachel nods her head at me and walks away leaving me in the centre of the large room and why did she leave I almost begin to wonder, when I see Taylor coming down the stairs, her hand locked in a little damsel's hand. She's wearing a white crop top and a red skirt with its cutting just a little above her thigh and my eyes drop to her legs which are in a pair of black flat sandals toned flawless. Her hair she let fall behind her shoulders and I don't see a trace of make-up on her face. I can tell much isn't put into her appearance, but damn! The little damsel is wearing white sneakers a red trouser and a white t-shirt and though she's young she's dressed to kill.

~Nyla~ "I'll just catch a tiny rabbit for you all, I hope." I heard Rachel giggle nervously while the others told her she would get at least a baby deer and nothing less. She looked like a little fairy dressed in a white traditional robe and wearing a lavender flower headband. The woodland setting and garden arches with twinkling lights and flowers made the entire place look like an enchanted forest at twilight. "Oh yes, Riley! What took you so long? You look beautiful!"

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.

"The real you. Before you died. Before you came back. I want to paint you as Rachel." Elara hesitates. "Why?" "Because Rachel is part of who you are. She should be remembered. I want to paint her. Paint you. Show that you're both." She gives him photos. Rachel at twenty-six. Young. Beautiful. Scared in some photos. Happy in others. The woman she was before Lucas destroyed her. Ethan studies the photos for days. Then he begins painting. Works on it for weeks. Refuses to show anyone until it's finished.

Lorraine asked, averting her eyes angrily at her best friend "Sorry to crash your pity party, love, but you're going to want to see this", Maia said, walking over to Lorraine with her phone. Lorraine squinted her eyes, reading the contents on the page and immediately gasped, feeling enraged - The annual D'Catylon Art Show with a $500,000 cash prize, and on the second entry line was her work: Hidden Disaster - "Dali Flumes" submitted and painted by Shawn Beckett. He had not just stolen and wrecked her heart but also her art and her shot at finally proving herself to her parents by winning the cash prize, one which she intended to fund her brother's chemotherapy treatment with.

The zipper slid up smoothly, and when Rachel lifted her head, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. She looked… powerful… enchanting. For a moment, memories tried to surface—hospital beds, reopened stitches, warnings not to push herself too hard. Elara noticed the flicker in her eyes. “Hey,” she said gently. “You okay?” Rachel nodded. “Yeah. I just… tonight matters.” She shrugged off her thought, a smile creeping at the side of her cheek. Elara smiled knowingly. “Of course it does. This gallery is your property—even if no one knows it’s yours.”

He ordered Stanley to buy a cold drink of pure coconut water to cool his burning jealous heart. Apparently, there were lots of requests for photos with Rachel, who was really dressed up beautifully. Her unpolished face also shows the natural beauty of a Balinese girl. After thirty minutes, Rachel walked back in the direction where Rapheal was standing. She had changed into the clothes she wore this morning with make-up that had not been removed from the dance. A staff member from the Starland embassy, wearing batik clothes and an identification tag around his neck, tried to catch up with Rachel and

I would have to think on that. We worked on keeping both Rachel and Ezra distracted. It helped because I knew things that both of them loved, so we kept them talking that way. Ezra loved learning and sharing all the things he had learned about Aedrul. Rachel loved art. She was never classically trained, but she was taught by her mother and grandmother. There was an art studio in her pack, so she was tutored by the founder and went on to teach classes there as well. I linked Xander to see if he would bring my newest sketchbook and the case of pencils next to it from our suite. Nae grabbed them from the door and brought them to me.

And that thing is normally the rear of Rachel’s top bunk, which would’ve usually been plain and boring like everyone else’s if she didn’t decorate it with purple glitter and stickers. But long ago, when a naive ‘me’ thought Moonfall was the worst possible location in the territories and that my ‘mother’ was the evilest person in the world, before I ever knew Pawxlore existed, it was the green ceiling of our roof that had the Moonfall logo decorated in every quarter of it that I saw before I slept.