Rachel Joy Novels & Stories

"Your child is only less than six months old. If it comes out now, won't you be scared to death?" "But …" Rachel pouted. "Forget about it. When are you coming to see me?" "I can't for the time being. I just signed two collaborations, and I'm in charge of them both. Also, Miller Jewel's new products for the second season are about to launch …" "Alright, I understand." Rachel was disappointed. "What they say online is true. You're the most successful woman of our generation. You're so busy, you don't even have time for a private life."

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.

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself getting caught up in her excitement despite my earlier reluctance. As we stepped out of the school gates, Rachel linked her arm through mine, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to find the perfect outfit for tonight," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Michael's parties are always the best, and I want to look amazing for him." I forced a smile, trying to push aside the nagging feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. Rachel's happiness was contagious, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Hahahaha can you be more funny my son doesn't leave his business and tons of companies just to go on a pleasure trip; He is a workaholic and you know that" she said and I nodded still not convinced. My name is Nelson Chloe and I am Asher's fianceé. Well he doesn't consider me that but I don't care as long as his mother promise me that I will end up with him, I will continue sticking to him until he falls for me. He is lucky I haven't seen him with any other girl otherwise I would have killed her. Yes that is how far I can go to get what is mine and clear whatever part that is blocking it but Asher doesn't give two s**** about women and that is a plus bonus for me. Asher you can run all you w

We were now in a half circle. I tried my best to not look so uncomfortable, while this tall, lean, sunshine-haired girl drawled, “Marsh, don’t attack the girl.” The golden-haired girl next to the literal glow-in-the-dark Marsh beamed at me with a relaxed kindness. Catching up to the conversation as to not look dumb as all hell, I answered Marsh’s questions. “I’m Rachel, transferred from P.H.” Marsh became more interested. And she scooted towards the edge of her seat. “Your name is Raquel?” Marsh asked, not believing.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

“Because, I wonder how he will look at someone like you, his enemy’s wife.” Rachel laughed lightly. “Oh, dear! Please, I have somewhere to go. Hopefully, if I see you next time, I'll share some tips.” The elevator opened, and Rachel entered. Before the door closed, she winked at Jodie. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, her hands pressed against her forehead. She had expected it. Rachel was very aware that people will question their relationship became Bryce and Dominic were public enemies. Her phone rang, and she pulled it out. It was Elara. “Hello?”