Rachel Hollis Books Novels & Stories

Silly things, important things, everything in between. "I like getting your texts," Samuel said one evening. "Even the ones about Luna's diaper disasters?" "Especially those. They make me laugh." "You have a strange sense of humor." "Says the woman who texted me a photo of Isaac wearing a pot on his head." "That was objectively funny." "It really was." By fall, life felt stable again. Not perfect, never perfect, but solid. Riley's sixth novel came out in September. The third and final book in her Vineyard Pack Chronicles. It tied together all the storylines, giving readers the ending they'd been waiting for.

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

She didn’t seem like the type to snoop, but I couldn’t be sure. Beside me, Lilac studied me with quiet curiosity, her hazel eyes sharp despite the relaxed way she sipped at her tea. She had questions—of course she did. She’d pulled a woman from a wrecked car in a blizzard—a woman in a hurry to get to something—or rather, someone—in Aspen. I’d already admitted I was traveling to see Stacey to break up. That much had slipped out earlier. But the why? That was still mine to hold.

An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

A week later, Jody started contacting me nonstop. Shivering in bed in her tiny rental apartment, she remembered when we first started the business together, huddled in that drafty house, me holding her to keep her warm. When she found green onions in her meal, she'd automatically think of me picking them out for her. After the miscarriage, she started missing sweet Chloe all the time. But I never opened a single one of her messages. The chat screen that had once been so cold on her side—now the roles were reversed.

Rachael’s POV I dressed carefully, choosing simple clothes that wouldn't draw attention. Black pants. Gray sweater. My hair pulled back in a practical braid. The Continental Council representatives would arrive within the hour. My hands trembled as I fastened the clasp on my necklace—the one piece of jewelry I'd kept from my old life. I forced them steady. I'd survived Christopher. Survived the siege. I could survive questions. A knock at the door. Kelvin entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs of coffee.

However, Hazel who stayed by her side was more composed and she approached Alexander carefully. “Hello, Mr. Lancaster.” She greeted him politely. Rachel kept on throwing cold and mean gaze toward him, but Alexander didn’t pay any attention to her. Instead, he asked Hazel about the situation. “What’s going on here? I had her wait at Chloe’s hospital room, so why is she here in an accident?” Hearing Chloe’s name being mentioned, Rachel could no longer hide her hatred for him. The memory of her niece almost dying seven years ago and having to live her life abroad while raising four kids on her own. It was too much for her to handle.

Something had to be done. Rachel was waiting with a bright smile for them. “Hi, Bonnie! Thank you for coming to sit with us.” She said, then gestured to the dark-haired girl with her. “This is Molly and I’m Miss Rachel.” Molly stood excitedly. “Hello! Do you want to read with me?” Bonnie nodded tentatively and joined her on the bench. The teachers stood aside, chatting quietly as Molly pointed to different things in her book. “I like your earrings.” Bonnie said shyly.

"Smart right?" "Way to toot your own horn," Rachel said, going to check the records shelf, It had a lot of oldies, from Lionel Ritchie, to Madonna, to Mariah Carieh and Whitney Houston, she kept going through the records while he sat back on the duffle back and tried to open the wine and kept failing. "Puss," Rachel murmured under her breath. "Heard that," "Not necessarily my problem, my lord." "Oh my, you got Billie Eilish WWFAS WDWG full album!" Rachel cried excitedly.