Rachel Hollis Books Novels & Stories

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Instead, I asked, “Do you like books, Rachel?” She startled, nearly dropping the one in her hand. “I read sometimes, sir.” “Sometimes,” I repeated, stepping closer. “Sheila read *all* the time. She said stories were the only escape when the world turned cruel.” Her grip on the book tightened. “That’s… that’s beautiful.” I wanted to demand she admit it. That she knew those words because she *was* Sheila. But her silence, her calm refusal to slip, made me feel both enraged and addicted.

I said,watching how the ladies began chatting with him. “Wassup with the next move,Boss?” “Patience,Anna. Reece have been a good business partner,but not for long. Rachel is in the city now,she is going to be the bait I would be using in grounding Collins here. He has no choice.” “Are we gonna kidnap Rachel,Boss?” “Nope. We are going to wait and play accordingly.” I said,a smirk slowly crept on my face. ••••🍀RACHEL🍀

“I mean I know it’s such a huge step, and we’ve already taken it, but I still feel like someone is going to pinch me and tell me to wake up.” “Well, believe it,” I said. “This is real, and we’re going to enjoy every second of this.” “I called my sister already, so she’ll be dropping by in a few hours with some groceries,” she said. “You remember Jill right?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Tall girl with freckles, right?” “She hates that,” Rachel chuckled. “She’s currently in NYU, so she was more than happy to help. I’m guessing she’s going to try and crash here a few times.”

Lilith’s POV The moment Hollie opened her mouth it was impossible to miss how uncomfortable Raven became. The way she bit her bottom lip and fidgeted with nails, they were the same things I did when I became nervous or scared. Hollie wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea for she was loud and opinionated, but she was fiercely loyal to her friends and the pack. She may be hard to get along with, but she was a good person and also Elijah’s mate.

With a contented sigh, Rachel leaned back against the pillows, relishing the quiet solitude of the moment. As she idly scanned the shelves of books and knick-knacks that lined the walls, her gaze fell upon a small stack of papers tucked beneath a pile of notebooks on the bedside table. Curiosity piqued, Rachel reached out and picked up the top sheet, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what it was - a love letter. The handwriting was elegant and precise, each word carefully crafted with tender affection and heartfelt emotion. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she read the intimate words scrawled across the page, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

Episode 13 Chloe pov continues… I was sweating while arranging the dusted books in the container given to us when I come across a book, I dusted the title off, it seems like a diary or some journal, and that reminds me it's been long I have opened up my journal, I opened it and the first page I read is "Rachel Gerard, do not open unless you are Rachel Gerard" I smiled and put it back not after doing a speed glance at the write up in it, I'm so inquisitive? Yeah!.

The kind of details that could only come from someone who had been watching her for a very long time. Rachel had flagged several of the letters for legal review, but no one had followed up because no one had taken them seriously. They got strange mail all the time, she told me. Authors were magnets for unstable people, and Iris's book had made her more of a target than most. I wanted to be angry at her for not doing more, but I couldn't muster the energy. She was a junior editor who had been working late when a stranger called and demanded access to the office. She had done more than most people would.