Rachel Gibson Books Novels & Stories

"I don't know." But the answer felt obvious. Too obvious. Rachel entered the room before anyone could say more. Her eyes moved between us. "You all look like you've seen a ghost." Nobody laughed. Emily pushed the book toward her. Rachel skimmed the page quickly. Something unreadable flashed across her face. Then it disappeared. "Old stories," she said. Her tone sounded casual. Too casual. Emily frowned. "These aren't stories." Rachel shrugged. "They're legends. Every pack has them." I noticed Lucas watching her carefully.

She was going to wait a few more days before giving Lily another dose but today it was better to leave the pack’s territory and look for the magical books in the library. She packed her things up and then walked out of the lodge and headed straight to the entrance of the territory but while she was walking towards the territory someone stumbled into her and Levy couldn’t help but frown as she looked at the person in front of her. Rachel turned to look at Levy, her frown matching Levy’s. “ So, you are still here?” “ And you are still roaming naked? I thought that you might have worn some clothes by now.” Levy shot back, for some reason Rachel was dressed even more obnoxiously than the last ti

Chapter 62 Author’s Pov Rachel had never been one to back away from a challenge, but lately, her mind had been consumed with more than just business. The world had always seemed clear to her, but now, her powers,her ability to see people’s desires and understand their deepest thoughts,had become sharper, more defined. She no longer had to guess at what people wanted. It was like stepping into their minds, understanding their needs before they even spoke them. And with every new revelation, every new insight, it felt as though she was gaining more control over the world around her.

This was life or death. *** RACHEL *** 'Rachel Gibson." "Yes?" I turned to look at the two men in suits who approached me as soon as I got off the plane and walked outside from baggage claim to hail a cab. "You're gonna need to come with us." 'Who are you?" I started backing away, dreading the worst. "FBI!" One of them flashed a badge, and I felt my heart drop. "What is this about?" "Illegal drugging, illegal wiretapping, just to name a few."

“Something outrageous. With a pulley system and a trapdoor. Something that says ‘adventure’ and ‘home’ all at once.” She smiled, her heart a warm, full ache in her chest. This was the man she had married. Not the besieged strategist, but the builder of treehouses. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. “From Rachel Mirren.” She felt him go still. “And?” “She’s written a book. About power, coercion, and the failure of institutions. She wants to dedicate it to ‘the resilience of survivors.’ She asked for our blessing.” The ghost of their old life, reaching out in the form of a dedication. Not a threat, but an acknowledgment.

74. War Part-2 This chapter is dedicated to ELLEN GIBSON, JUANA GONZALEZ, ULLA SCHMIDT, QUEENIE PHILLIPS, and KATRINA MILLER-WHITTAKER. Thank you for your support<3 Rafael's POV: