Rachel Green Novels & Stories

I was even afraid of admitting it to myself. "I just care a lot about her." I tried to get away from her question. "As a witch, I have the ability to read your mind, but I'm going to respect your privacy." She smirked at me and I instantly looked away. "Do you know what will happen to Eleanor?" I asked her after a few minutes of silence that consisted of me examining every single detail of Rayne's face. Her face was flawless, her skin was so clear, her eyes always captivated me and made me at a loss for words whenever I looked into them; those forest green eyes that held the beauty of the world and also its pain and misery at the same time.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

Although, Rachel does not live here so not sure how that will work. I can’t help watching Roxy as she talks to some of my team members, she looks confident sitting there in a jade green dress that hugs her figure like it was stitched on to her. All her curves are on display and that balcony top half is pressing those milky white breasts up. My dick needs to calm the fuck down, or I’ll be knocking one out in the club toilets.

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.

Hope you're good’ A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could send back a text, Rachel descended the stairs in all her glory. She wore a strapless red silk gown that stopped just above her knees, with a slit running high up on her right thigh. Chloe gave a little amused laugh. “I knew you had other plans.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I might have a date.” “Date? I thought you broke up with Drake?” “Oh not Drake,” said Rachel as she walked down the stairs. “It's some guy I met on Tinder.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned quiet. Rachel furrowed her brow and turned to stare at Gwen with a look of disbelief. Rachel was a doctor who specialized in the treatment of comatose patients, so she had seen plenty during her time and was thus always able to keep calm even in stressful situations. To be frank, Rachel's first impression of Gwen had not been a good one. Rachel remembered the numerous times Gwen had tried to escape from Luke while in Merchant City. Not only that, but she even witnessed Gwen trying to persuade Kate to help her take care of Luke after she was gone.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

I played with my fingers and I looked down, I inhaled heavily. I bit my lips to prevent the muffled cries from escaping my mouth. I rubbed my palms together when I heard steps from the outside. I immediately turned around and faced Lilia, the owner of this apartment. She was looking at me with a sad face, she swiftly embraced me and rubbed my back. I hugged her back and I nodded from her embrace. "I'm fine." "Good Lord, darling." She exhaled. I moved away and looked down. "You could still stay here, Candice. I am not in a hurry, please dear, do not worry about the rent—"

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Rachel had never held my lover in great esteem. She had been the one who had formulated a plan to help me flee from him too. She sensed that I was perturbed even though I had initially pretended to be happy. * Rachel was an environmentalist now and very well renowned for her views and her work in saving the rain forests. But she made time to talk to me, to look at the children and generally made me feel good. “How is your macho husband?” Rachel had asked me earlier that day as she prepared to board the flight to Oslo where she was making a presentation. She was at the airport, flying out of South Africa but she had not wanted to miss our daily conversations.