Novel & Cerita Rachel Hanna Sweet Tea Series

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

ache as he fought the urge to call out to her again. He knew he had to respect her wishes, no matter how much it hurt. ⸻ Rachel walked down the hallway, her shoulder still aching. She hadn’t realized how heavy her heart was until she felt it begin to break, piece by piece. But she couldn’t stop now. She wouldn’t let herself so she wiped those tears she swore never to fall. She had ended it. She had done it and she would never have to see Nathan Rossi anymore and maybe the press will stop talking about her, Then she heard something, footsteps walking briskly towards her. And there she was, as if fate had decided to make this final goodbye even harder: Anna. She was awake. Rachel ch

"She should have known that actions—yes, even her actions—have consequences." Anna thought that it was really unfortunate for Selene. But, she thought, the girl needs to look out for herself, instead of harassing Rachel, who clearly had enough of her. "Oh, by the way," Rachel said, her mood shifting. "I met Dalton earlier. He wanted me to give you this." Rachel handed her a colorful pack of strawberry drops. Why does it seem like everyone is meeting her husband but her? "He said it was a specialty from that candy shop you liked."

Jake's POV I think it's time to implement our plan as time is running out. One of these days will be school holidays, and I do not want to wait until after the holidays. I have been dating the bloody teacher for over a month now, and I think she is in love with me. Every time I visit her, she cooks for me and gives me wine. I do not want to get in her bed. She is not my type. Belinda is the only woman I want to go to bed with. I hate thinking about her lying in the arms of another man. She is supposed to be mine. She was always supposed to be mine. I cannot think of another way to stop them from being together by not taking their son away from them. I know it will cause friction in their rel

Rachel picked up her drink, and I watched her over the rim of my glass, my stomach tightening into knots. She had no idea how alluring she was. Or how much I wanted to reach across the table, set down her drink, and touch my lips to hers. I wondered what she tasted like. “What would you do if you could?” Rachel took a few sips of her drink and winced. “This is stronger than I thought it would be. Ummm, I think I would’ve liked to be a teacher.” “I don’t think I would’ve been able to focus if I had a teacher like you.”

Rachel shouted from the den. Scott and Regina were startled by Rachel’s urgent shouting. “Get in here, quick!” Rachel yelled. Regina let go of Scott and rushed to the den. Scott was right on her heels. Regina entered the den to see Mika, Lisa, and Rachel staring at the television in awe. They were watching The Orlando Dish. It was a thirty-minute entertainment and gossip show that reported on celebrities, the hottest spots in the city, and local high society. She was about to ask what was going on until she saw and heard it.

As she walked past the garden, approaching the silver coated front door, her ear lopes perked up as her attention got caught by the chattering of familiar voices around the garden cooling spot. Those were the voices of Clara and her ex mother-in-law alongside Debby's. "Hope you're satisfied now, sweetheart. Richard is finally a complete single man. Hope you don't have to feel guilty anymore?" Henya asked. Those words left Flora dumbfounded. She tip toes closer to have a clear view of everything.

So, she decided to approach this investigation subtly. First, Rachel revisited her messages with Seraphina and Amanda, scrolling through their past conversations. She opened her chat with Seraphina, skimming for anything that felt off. As she read through the texts, she noted Amanda’s comments that seemed oddly defensive or dismissive—especially when Seraphina expressed concern or excitement about the future. Rachel jotted down the most alarming exchanges, her heart racing with each discovery.

“I think we’ve got a pretty chill mission this time,” said Rica as they sat next to each other on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching the nth episode of some mystery crime series they found on N*****x. They were both in their pyjamas, as it was a weekend, and their faces were unrecognizable with the animal-patterned facial masks occupying their entire face. Rica’s hair was additionally curled around heatless curlers. “Right?” “Mhmm.” Anna unintelligibly hums in agreement, her mouth full of ice cream, her eyes glued to the screen. “That murderer’s quite intelligent,” she comments, her attention focused on the show.

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but only air came out. “What’s wrong with her?” Her father asked in a gruff tone. He sounded angry as he looked at this female doctor. “She just woke up from a coma,” the doctor said sharply. “Give her some time.” “D…d…” Rachel stammered, trying to formulate some words. Her attempt drew the attention of this doctor, and she lowered herself so she could hear Rachel more clearly. “Doctor…” Rachel managed to get out. “Yes, Rachel. I am Doctor Hanna Laureen,” said gently. “Can you tell me what hurts the most?”