Rachel Green Novels & Stories

I fell facedown flat to the ground. Great! Perfect timing! "Oops, didn't see you there. Must suck to be so insignificant" Rachel said with fake concern. She looked stellar in her silver and white dress that was newly made for her. "I guess this is what having no wolf causes. You're literally invisible. That's one free ability!" Tracy, her friend said and they all laughed. Daughters of warriors and council members.

“Chris, I know you are going to marry me. We might as well consummate our union here and now.” Chris looked at me. “Do not sell yourself cheap, Rachel. You can go to any length. I will not take your youth away from you. Believe me, I have been there myself. You think you will do anything for me, but not everyone can take the mental impact of sex so early. You may think I mean that much to you, but sometimes these things are bigger than ourselves, and I do not want you to ever hate me. If we have a path together, then we will wait two years. And you know, sometimes it is okay to be hard to get. You can afford to. You have the looks. Just remember, Rach, there are few things in life that only

Prosecutor: Miss Beatrice, where do you work? Beatrice: I presently work at Rachel's studio. Prosecutor: Were you present at the studio on the day of the incident? Beatrice: Yes, I was at the studio. Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant, Lawson Webmar? Beatrice: Yes, I know him very well, I used to work for him at Lawson's group before he dismissed me. Prosecutor: Let's focus on that day. What happened. Beatrice: Rachel was in her office with Aaron when I was told someone had come asking for her. When she stepped out, I saw it was her husband Lawson.

She ran up the steps just as Alex unlocked the door. “Surprise!” Rachel gave him a warm hug, the long sequined sleeves of her dark green dress scratched his bare arms lightly. The neckline was cut low enough to show a slight cleavage and, with the matching shoes, Rachel looked out of place among the drab setting of his office. Alex returned her embrace delicately, not wanting to risk mussing her hair which she wore up in a French braid, a few loose strands cascading over her face. Her appearance may have changed, he thought, but her body felt the same.

I responded, turned around, and walked to the bed. I sat down and watched Rachel as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. My eyes swept over her. Rachel was a little bit short. She was chubby and had a pleasant round face. She was twenty-eight years old. She was wearing a green floor-length dress and on her feet was a pair of black slippers. I like her because she is diligent, loyal, and hardworking. Aside from that, she loves my kids and they also love her which is most important to me as a mother.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.