Rachel Joy Novels & Stories

A few seconds later, Kiara was still staring at her with her lips sealed to say a word; the young lady tried to comprehend the mute sadness of sister Mary. The heavy feeling of her constant gaze rose to a panic in the old lady and she licked her lips, looking here and there. To avoid any possible questionnaire from Kiara, she drifted her eyes to Rachel and asked politely, “So, what do you do, child?” Her lips twitched into a hesitant smile. Rachel smiled in response before answering. “I’m a head accountant at an organic product-based company, Ally Natures.” Her reply made the lady smile back at her with a positive nod.

Rachel's eyes lit up with joy as she approached them. "Mother, sisters, Davina!" Rachel exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I'm so glad you could all be here to celebrate with us." Her mother smiled warmly, her eyes shining with pride. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, my dear," she said, enveloping Rachel in a tight embrace. "You make us all so proud." Rachel's sisters joined in the embrace, their laughter mingling with the music. "Congratulations, Rachel," Hilary said, her voice brimming with affection. "You make a stunning Luna Queen."

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

“You’re the birthday girl, you stay here and I’ll go get the drinks.” “It’s ok, Fiona. I’ll go get them. I can’t risk you going over there and flirting with the barman, and keeping us waiting here. Thank you, but no, thanks.” “You know me so well, my friend,” laughed Fiona. “All right then, if you insist. But don’t take too long.” “Sure thing,” said Rachel. She stepped out of the VIP lounge with a happy smile on her face. She’s having such a great time with her friends, she can’t imagine anything more exciting happening tonight. What a way to celebrate her twenty-eight year on earth!

--- “No matter how fast you run, you can't hide from your destiny because destiny has its way of finding you.” --- A tiny figure was running in the darkness of the alleyway. A fourteen-year-old girl, huffing, struggling to get enough oxygen for her lungs to function smoothly. Her tiny frame was trembling like a leaf, cheeks stained with tears. She was holding a shiny object in her shaky hands close to her chest, as if her life depended on it. The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

" I held on tight to my gown to stop it from being torn open. Being called a tramp drained all the strength in my body. I looked at Rachel listlessly. Helpless, I took out a handmade silk fan that I had stayed up several nights crafting, placing it on the table. "May you have a happy wedding. I'll return the gown to you in a while." Rachel eagerly picked up the fan. I thought that this situation was about to turn around, so I said, "I worked on that fan for a long time. I even burned my fingers. It's in the style that you like." The next second, Rachel threw the fan on the ground, smashing it to pieces.

she added with a wink. Rachel’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?! I’m in!” she squealed. She grabbed her phone and typed hurriedly, fingers flying across the screen to cancel her meeting with Trey Cole. Everything about beauty, luxury, and glamor always worked like magic to lift Rachel Clarke’s spirits. She practically skipped into her room to grab her essentials before they headed out.