Rachel Green Novels & Stories

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

“Okay, I won't take offense. Now, what else would you like to eat?" While Edmund was busy interacting with Sky, Hunter excused himself to go to the toilet. However, instead of entering the mentioned room, he turned towards the back veranda. There, Rachel was standing on the edge of the fence, catching her breath, as if calming her mind. "Rachel," he called, half-whispering. The woman turned around. Guilt suddenly appeared in her eyes. "Mr. Green?" “What's wrong with you today? You're a little strange.” "Sorry," Rachel looked down, "I know I was rude. He came with a large donation to the foundation, but ….”

she announced, setting the tray down on the table before coming to meet me. I opened my eyes and offered her a grateful smile. "Thank you, Rachel. You always know just what I need." "It's my pleasure, my lady," Rachel replied, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Now, finish up your bath, and I'll have your dress ready for you." With a nod, I turned my attention back to the soothing warmth of the water, savoring the precious moments of tranquility before the demands of the day took hold. Once I had finished my bath and dried off, Rachel was waiting with a beautifully tailored gown in shades of deep green and gold. "This color will bring out the radiance in your eyes," she said, helping me into

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

She moved away during our senior year and things between us fell apart; not for lack of trying on her part, but due to my insecurities and mostly because of my boyfriend, Chase. “What is Ophelia thinking though, choosing such gloomy colors for her daughter’s wedding? And she calls herself a designer.” Rachel complains and my attention reverts to her. I resist the urge to heave a sigh, and sip my tea instead. I do not like tea, but I drink it every time I visit Rachel. Rachel is the granddaughter of an English Lady, so she takes pleasure in acting ‘British.’ “I'm sure you are wondering why I called you here.” She finally gets to the point.

Ethan froze as he was about to reach the door. He stared, stunned, through the glass panel. Rachel sat at the center of her group of friends, her face caked in heavy makeup—nothing like the sweet, delicate image she usually presented. She looked smug, even arrogant, as she basked in the attention. "Of course I pulled it off," she said, flipping her hair. "That old fiancee of his—Stella—joined some top-secret aerospace program. She won't be back for at least ten years."

As soon as Julien and Rob left the private room, Rachel—speaking fluent Oskian—promptly asked Vera very enthusiastically, "Which discipline at Stanford interests you, Anna? We can exchange numbers, so you can call me up anytime!" With extensive training, Rachel was basically a master socialite. Even if she had no idea who Charlie and Vera were, she could see that getting on their good graces would benefit her greatly.

Ten o’clock at night. In the Hatchet Gang’s base camp. Harvey was casually making himself some tea in the garden. A slender figure could be seen walking from afar not long after. “Your wife won’t get jealous of me for this, right, Sir York?” Rachel said with a smile before taking a seat in front of Harvey. She was wearing a gown made of silk. Together with her wavy hair, her exquisite feminine look was quite apparent. Harvey admired her beauty before flashing her a warm smile.

“It’s not often we go out to fancy restaurants like this. I just didn’t know what to wear.” Kate shook her head, giving a stern glare up at Colton. “We haven’t been waiting that long, honestly. Colton just likes to whinge.” “I’m Rachel. I’ve heard so much about you, Kate.” Auburn hair was pinned into an intricate up-do, soft waves framing her round face. Green eyes sparkled, their color enhanced by a thick smear of eyeliner, as she glanced between the couple before her. “For a little while, I have to admit, I thought you were just a figment of Rhys’ imagination. I thought he was just so desperate for Colton to be happy, he was growing delusional.”

I know that he’s just protecting me from something. “Nildex Shipping’s Kaisser Bennett to wed investor’s daughter, Rachel Grey, two weeks from now…” The reporter spoke. I narrowed my eyes on the screen. I wanted to laugh at Rachel Grey’s desperate measures. I was shocked when I saw Rachel Grey appear on the screen. It’s live. And damn, she even had the guts to hold a press conference right after Kai broke up with her in the morning. She’s wearing a blue cocktail dress while smiling in the camera. Beside her is her cousin, Paris Frank, who’s doing the same.