Rachel Hollis Books Novels & Stories

As she walked past the charity's glass table she saw a book that was similar to the one Clarke bought for her after their little argument days ago. "Hey... I have this book. Dear rose...." Rachel exclaimed "Okay?" Charity acted so calmly, she wanted to hear what Rachel would say concerning the book. "the book is so nice, concise, and beautifully written" "Really? I just got the book" charity answered back. It was a lie. Rachel was able to detect this because she had gotten so used to charity in such a way that she knew what each of the charity's facial expressions meant. "Why are you acting weird?" Rachel grimaced.

The whole living room was quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at Rachel with shock. Rachel angrily pointed at Hazel. She yelled, “Hazel, what’s wrong with you! I have raised you for so many years, and I need to watch you massage some woman? Another woman blatantly grabs for your boyfriend, and you still bear it? Who taught you to endure so much?!” Hazel was lost when she suddenly realized that she had overlooked something. She had been worried about what Caroline said, but she forgot that her mother, Rachel, was a policewoman. Her observation was meticulous. Rachel saw it earlier but did not say anything, she wanted to see more.

Her heart pounded as she yanked the closet door open, digging through her things. Riley groaned, getting out of bed. Then he followed her. “Hazel, come on, this is just a bad dream. You’re going to make yourself even more anxious—” “I don’t care!” she snapped, pulling out the spell book. “I need to know if it was really them. I need to be sure.” Riley groaned softly but stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “And how exactly are you going to do that? Summon their spirits?” His tone was almost teasing, but Hazel didn’t find any humor in the situation.

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.

She looked at Rachel through her glasses momentarily before shifting her attention back to the file before her. "You know, for someone who spent the last five days getting laid, you're grumpy. Did Serenity not make you finish?" Cocooned Rachel. She pulled the empty chair opened Hannah and took a sit and folded her legs. Grabbing a file on Hannah's table, Rachel went through it briefly before deciding it wasn't worth her while and dropped it, then leaned forward on the chair and rested her hand on the desk. Hannah rolled her eyes again, this time, not bothering to look at Rachel. "You know, for someone who used to be a doctor, you spend a lot of time at a lesbian bondage club. What could be t

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.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

Allison,the name of the girl in her vision, the one giving birth. Why would she assume the identity of Sister Evangeline? And how did this Anita woman know so much about it? "Wait, hold up,"Rachel said. "You're telling me there's no nun, but there is a girl posing as one. Are you saying I'm being terrorized, by a spirit, with a split personality?" Rachel felt her stomach turn. Of all the things she'd seen in her life as a clairvoyant, this beat all of it, hands down. A mentally disturbed ghost, what more surprises would there be?

Rachel furiously took a step forward before a tile under her feet turned into dust. August and Mac Bauer’s eyes twitched as they started to hyperventilate. They knew that Harvey got Rachel in charge of Flutwell’s businesses. She was evidently a talented woman since that was the case. But they did not expect that she was also this terrifying. Harvey glanced at Rachel when his interest piqued. This was a true peak King of Arms. Rachel was progressing so fast at this moment. If Harvey gave her a few more pointers, she would probably become one of the fastest-growing Gods of War.

"Rachel, why do I feel like half the dishes on this table are your favorites? Are things between you and Mr. Hunt progressing that fast? Does he already know what you like?" Rachel's cheeks flushed under Cecilia's teasing. "Would you shut up and eat already? Look at Tyler. Does he seem like the type who'd spend his precious brain power figuring out my preferences?" Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not exactly lacking." Rachel just figured that Cecilia had been reading too many romance webnovels lately. The meal was going smoothly—until an uninvited guest arrived.