Rachel Hanna Sweet Tea Series Novels & Stories

Then she ate more, till she finished the plate. Hana watched her, with a smile on her face. “Mrs. Rachel, I heard what happened earlier, I'm sorry.” Rachel gulped down the water. “It's nothing.” Hana brought out her medicine. “Take.” She handed it over to Rachel. Rachel took the medicine. “ I need to sleep.” Hana left Rachel alone in the room as she let sleep envelope her. *** The next morning, Bryce got up and took his shower. He put on his suit ready to head out for work when he perceived the aroma of his favorite food.

Her expression was unhurried. I returned to the desk and flipped to the next page of the notebook. There, in clean lines, I began to outline what would come next. Reintroducing myself into the world carefully. Using George’s connections to place me where I needed to be. Watching Adrian and Marissa’s every move before they ever noticed mine. I would chip away at them, quietly, until their perfect life began to crack under its own weight. Each step I wrote filled me with a strange calm, as I slowly came to the realization that ‘Rachel’ actually is dead. The Rachel who loved endlessly was killed off by the flames.

Her gaze darted anxiously toward the clock on the wall. "Please, pick up!" she whispered. When there was still no answer, Serena quickly tried another nurse’s number. As soon as the call connected, she asked without any small talk about what Caelen, Caelric, and Caelia were wearing today. Her heart pounded wildly, until her body suddenly felt weak when she heard the answer... ["Today they’re wearing dark blue jackets, ma’am. They chose them themselves because they said it felt colder today."] *** "Caelric!"

“Hya, I don’t know the first thing about business. I’ll just follow your lead.” Our conversation was interrupted when Raven arrived to pick us up. “Hello, ladies!” he greeted. “I’m here for my wife. Rachel, I can leave Patricia here if you’d like.” I shot him a glare as Rachel laughed. “Oh, stop trying to steal my best friend,” I said. “By the way, a woman named Sara was looking for you.” “Sara?” Raven frowned. “I love these cupcakes,” I said, grabbing one with double chocolate coating. “Take the whole tray, dear,” Rachel offered.

Chapter Ninety Three: Rachel's Inner Struggle Rachel sat alone in the darkened room of her apartment, hands clasped tightly around a mug of tea that she hadn't sipped. The warmth from the cup seeped into her palms but did nothing to quell the chill gnawing at her chest. She hadn't been able to get out of bed for the past few days, but today, her mind couldn't afford the luxury of lingering in self-pity any longer.

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.

Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.” Then I look at Rachel. She is attractive. More so then the other she-wolves I’ve had dinner with over the last two weeks. Maybe because she is a thinner version of Rebel, except for the hair. Hers is a dark brown, where Rebel’s is black with some red in it. They have to be related, but I don’t remember Harris and Jules having another daughter. As far as I know, he only had Rachel. If Rebel is related to Rachel, then why would Harris have her living in the attic? “Alpha would you like some tea or coffee? I can have the omegas prepare some for you.” Rachel asks, her voice too sugary. “I’m

and they all nodded. Mike and Jessica are Sarah’s schoolmates. After high school, they took different courses. Mike did psychology, Sarah and Jessica did Business Management. Jessica is now helping her father to run their business while Sarah is in real estate. Robert and Laura are Mike’s friends from work, who later became looped into the circle.

I said with a sweet smile. "Ok, hold on," she said. "I'll be right back." And then she left the room to find the sugar bowl. The second she was gone, I quickly swapped my tea with on of the other cups on the tray. Rachel came back with a spoon and extra sugar, and she watched with a creepy smile as I stirred it in and took a sip. I coughed for special effects, making a face like it tasted bitter. "Are you alright?" "Yes. I'm fine. This is... interesting tea," I lied.

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.”