Rachel Green Romane & Geschichten

Despite the increasing desire to glare at him, I simply smirked which I could see, drove him madder with how red his neck and face turned. Like a fucking tomato! Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a red crop top, Rachel, one of our team mates walked up to my window. She looked gorgeous as always with her well-fitted clothes. She put on a show as she removed her crop top revealing a black bra underneath it. The bystanders cheered her on. She perched down low to rest her arms against the frame of the wide opened window. She was the only girl in our gang who understood racing and knew how to race and truthfully speaking, she had both the brain and the beauty, unlike Sophie.

Aaliyah called waving at her. “Hey, you too,” Rachel said drily. Nana nudged her but she said nothing. ================================== {SATURDAY} Rachel looks at herself in the mirror as she brushes her hair. She applied lip gloss to her lips and then carried her phone and exit the room. She is putting on a pair of jeans trouser and a blue crop top with a jean jacket. Ariel is in the living room watching sponge bob square pant. Her mom is off to work already.”Where are you going to?”Ariel asked.

Sleep never came. By morning, I was wired and bone-tired, my nerves taut as strings. So when my phone buzzed with an unknown number, I nearly ignored it. answer. We need to talk. - Rachel Rachel. My chest tightened. Rachel,Allen’s golden fiancée, the woman who’d spent months threatening me, defending him, trying to erase me. I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the delete button. Why would she want to talk to me now? After Allen's public meltdown, after everything that had happened...

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

Her face changed instantly. Just then, my phone rang. I turned on the speaker. “Mr. Green, the acquisition of Third Hospital is complete. You are now the largest shareholder. “The former head of psychiatry, Rachel, has been dismissed, and the investment in her research project has been terminated. “Do you want to place her on the industry blacklist?” Rachel’s crying stopped at once. She stared at me blankly. Disbelief filled her eyes. Her lips trembled, but she could not say a single word.

Repeat. Rachel stages an intervention on Thursday, showing up at my apartment with wine and determination. "Okay, I'm calling it. You're miserable. This whole 'choosing your career' thing isn't working." "I'm fine." "You're the opposite of fine. You're a high-functioning disaster." She pours wine I haven't asked for. "Look, I supported your decision in Seattle because I thought you were protecting yourself. But Elena, protecting yourself and slowly dying inside are not the same thing."

* Lucian * We arrived at her new place. The apartment that Matilda found through the human mayor's cousin wasn't big. It was a one-bedroom with a small kitchen that smelled faintly of old paint, and a window that looked out onto other windows. This is Not Green Meadows. Not even close to her bedroom in the Alpha house. Rachel stood in the middle of it with her bag and five jars of soup, and went quiet as she looked around. Eighteen and still trying not to cry again.

Low and behold LOSE by NIKI came on. 'Damn...no wonder she was always calm and chill’ Rachel thought, but she was now a different Araceli so things are about to get way more interesting. "SIRI play spun by Ängie," Rachel asked as she started feeling the intro dub beat "Yessssss,now that's what I'm talking about,” Rachel cried excitedly and pumped up into the air. She picked out a black Chanel handless blouse with a white pencil business suit trouser, a black heels with black suit jacket and white Gucci bag.