Rachel Elizabeth Dare Fanart Novels & Stories

She flipped through the contents before looking Dalton in the eye. “Sabrina Green. So that’s your mistress’ name.” Rachel hurried over to Anna to take a look at the folder, and then she threw Dalton an angry look. “She’s currently dating Orius Crale,” Anna continued, raising an eyebrow. “Going after someone else’s woman? Really, Dalton, that is so low of you.” Rachel, disgusted , looked him up and down. Really, she couldn’t believe she actually admired this man before. She even allowed him to pursue Anna a few months ago. That was such a big lapse of judgment on her part.

“They’re the definition of a power couple. People like us don’t stand a chance.” Rachel lowered her head slightly. Tyler noticed something was off and leaned closer. “Not feeling well?” Rachel turned her face away. “Why do you always draw so much attention everywhere you go? It’s stressing me out. If you weren’t running a company, you could’ve been an actor, and I swear 90 percent of the women in Yurelia City would lose their minds.” She had seen fangirls before. They were practically insane. Tyler placed a piece of fish on her plate and murmured, “They won’t lose their minds.”

The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area. "It's attractive as well...", I glanced at her, she was busy admiring the painting,"... pardon me, my name is Jake, Jake De walter",I said, offering her a hand.She turned, looking down at my hand. She took it,"Rachel blake, nice to meet you", she said, shaking my hand.

Darryl said impatiently as he put down his glass. Rachel's knees almost buckled; her face was full of regret. She should not have asked Ewan to pretend to be Indomitable Darby, but it was too late. "Darryl." A lady stood up and called for Darryl; it was Ophelia Lane. Ophelia looked really sexy. She wore a wine-red pencil skirt that showed her bodyline, a pair of stilettos and she also let her long curly hair down—all those made her even sexier.

"In addition, Rachel, you will be known someday in the underground world. You cannot be seen with any man other than Damien. It is bad for business. It invites danger and shows weakness." Mark stood rigid by the door, tense and uncomfortable, a silent witness to the unravelling. Rachel’s face broke, shocked that even Vance was siding against her. But her shock quickly morphed into furious, stubborn defiance. "It isn't fair!" Rachel cried out, her voice cracking. "I love Eli." I cut her off with a bitter scoff. "Love? What do you know about that?" Her eyes flashed with a pain that felt like a personal attack. "More than you! I don't live in a world of harshness and brutality. I actually have

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

A flyer with glossy paper printed in a lively red color with many beautiful designs. "Masquerade Party...," she read it softly while examining the flyer more closely. An announcement and invitation from the party host - Rebecca Rilley, a top model in their city. "Interested in joining?" Adelle asked, who suddenly appeared beside her. "Is this yours? The event looks cool," Lea replied. Adelle nodded and went to her desk. She had arrived earlier but had to go to the bathroom momentarily. "Where did you get such an invitation? Are you a member of their club or something? It's like a high-class event, isn't it?" Lea asked curiously.

she said with a grin while looking at Daniel. "Damn, I can feel the sexual tension from here" Ally commented and we all nodded while the two glared at her. "Spin the bottle already" she said with a sigh. Rachel turned the bottle and it ended on me. "Freaking dare" I muttered as I knew that my girls were going to kill me if I chose truth as each time I choose Truth so that I wouldn't do any dare that would embarrass the hell out of me. I groaned and looked at them with pleading eyes.

I shook my head as I made my way out the door, I really needed to clear my head from what happened yesterday and the gallery was of course the best place. __ I arrived at Rachel’s gallery. Rachel greeted me with a warm smile. “Elena! To what do I owe this visit?” I smiled back. “Hello Rachel, I was so bored at home,I thought to stop by” “That’s fine, you know you’re free to come around whenever you like” she said warmly “how are you doing” “I’m good, but lately I’ve been thinking; I need a personal assistant. Someone who understands art, someone reliable. I want to take my painting career more seriously.”

Rachel couldn’t explain why she was so drawn to Eloise. There was something about the girl that stirred emotions Rachel had long buried, emotions that felt both foreign and familiar at the same time. Eloise appeared to have nothing, a girl with no real future, no home to call her own, and yet Rachel’s concern for her was overwhelming.