Rachel Hollis Books Novels & Stories

The river location Rachel had sent was close, too close for comfort, but there was no turning back now. As I drove, my mind raced with everything I knew about Rachel. She had always been sharp, manipulative, and calculating, but until recently, I hadn’t realized just how deeply her claws were embedded in Daniel’s empire. I had underestimated her once—her ambitions, her drive to take over everything Daniel built—and now it seemed like I was walking straight into her final trap.

Lilly I called Merigold over to the clubhouse to talk. I need advice on a few things and she is the only person I trust. I hear her knock on my door and come in. “ Please close the door,” I say. She does and comes to sit on the bed beside me. “ What's going on, Lilly? You sounded urgent on the phone.” Merigold says. I hear Harley whimper so I give him a good scratching letting him know I’m ok. “ I’m sorry, Merigold. I didn’t mean to sound that way. I just needed to talk to someone. And I trust you. So I was hoping you could help.” I told her. “ I’ll help you any way I can. But you have to tell me what it is first.” Merigold replies. Right, I need to tell her what I need. I’ll start with the

Chloe said, "I will leave you here to enjoy your reading in peace, but I will have two guards stand right outside the glass doors to ensure your absolute safety, and I will return in a few hours to bring you a delicious lunch." Once Chloe left the room and the glass doors clicked shut, Hazel let out a long, happy sigh and began to wander through the endless rows of books, searching for a story that could transport her mind away from her scary new reality. She finally selected a beautifully illustrated book about ancient legends and mythical kingdoms, and she carried it over to one of the large leather armchairs by the window, curling her legs up beneath her pink silk dress as she opened the

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.

And most pressing of all, how could they guarantee the safety of the rest of the team? Rachel slid into her car, the familiar surroundings offering a momentary sense of calm. She turned the key, and the engine kick starts providing a brief respite from the turmoil racing through her mind. As Rachel drove towards the Harrington Mansion, the imposing structure grew larger in her view, a symbol of the weighty decisions that lay ahead. Her thoughts turned to Mr. Harrison, a man whose influence was matched only by his commitment to safety and integrity. She hoped his pragmatic approach would guide them through this crisis.

Warning!! Adult Themes!!! Alexa. New York. Year 2023. Friday, December 23rd... My name is Alexa Hills. Eighteen. Invisible. I’ve always had a talent for blending in. Not in the cute, wallflower way. I mean really blending in—watching the world move, while I disappear into it. I see what others miss. What they try to hide. Their secrets trail behind them like smoke, and I inhale it all. Silently. Carefully.

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

Running her hands unconsciously on the well stacked books, she walked through the spaces between the giant bookshelves. Anatomy, Physiology, Chemistry, Physics... One by one, she picked from each shelf, humming absentmindedly. In less than a minute, she slid into her favourite spot between two huge book shelves. An hour passed and then another, headphones in ear, brain on hyper speed, eyes fixed wholly on the material.. Rachel was lost to the world.

Was all she said, her voice much softer than mine. “I’m not a practicing one, but I know the craft.” Rowena nodded pleasantly, reaching down to where her bag sat on the floor. She pulled two leather-bound books from within, the covers dry and peeling. They smelled of oils and dried lavender as she held them out for Holly. “I understand how difficult this is—for both of you. To be unprepared for your own awakening, it’s not something I would wish on any young witch. I am not here to force you into anything. These books are to read at your own pleasure, while you decide if my help is something you might want.”

"Can't use metal or have metal against their bodies because it's not natural." Hollyn's eyes widened as she got up and went to Tove's chair. She curled up in front of him, like one of the kids at the library. She was a special combination of innocent and so fucking sexy she made my teeth ache. "May I?" She reached up for the book. Settled it on her lap when Tove handed it to her. She skimmed her finger down the page. At one point she burst into laughter. Shook her head. Kept reading. "This is a very odd book. They have many aspects correct and many of them very, very wrong. Where did you get this?"