Rachel Joy Novels & Stories

Rachel “Stop laughing for god’s sake,” Jayce complained with a long sigh but I couldn’t stop my laughter. After what my eyes have witnessed. “Rachel,” Jayce complained yet again. “It wasn’t so funny that you are laughing so hard,” Jayce is wrong with these. It was funny as heck, so much that the image is still vividly printed on my mind. And every time I look at Jayce, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Rachel….,” Jayce sighed.

“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 admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b

I wanted to set some of the rumors straight to put the kingdom at ease. Rachel was one of the youngest reporters I had ever seen. She was pretty too; she had fiery red hair that hung around her narrow and bright features in wild waves. Her eyes were bright green like emeralds, and she had freckles all around her features and body. She wore a short skirt and a tight blouse that revealed a little too much of her cleavage. “It’s hard to say,” I answered truthfully. “But he’s making a fast recovery. We are hoping he will wake soon.”

"I am the Alpha. "You are a coward," I tell him. "And I will defeat you because I am the true Alpha-- I am her true Alpha." He looks at me, his eyes filled with rage, but I barely notice. My mind is somewhere else. There is a scent now that wasn't there before. A scent I recognize. Rachel, my mate, she has come for me. And I am filled with joy. I can think of nothing but Rachel, my one, true mate. I can see myself getting out of here. I picture us escaping, running away and building a life together.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

They still wore thesame white jumpsuit that I saw them weear yesterday. Skyr hesitated, but Duncan was already pushing Rachel and I towards them that he doesn't have a choice but to follow. "Hey!" Jack beamed as soon as we were seated. "I see you've decided to join the fronts." Then his eyes switched to Rachel. "Who's this?" "Her name is Rachel Howard. She's the other freir aside from miss Nathalia. "Welcome, Rachel." Watson said and extended his hand for her to shake. "My name is Watson. This here is Jack and the girl beside him is Emily." Rachel shook their hands one by one as each were introduced.

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.

“You’re her best friend!” “Best friend?” She laughed bitterly. “Please. That girl has everything you, love, peace. And me? I get to be her shadow. Her cheerleader. You really think I wouldn’t want a taste of what she has?” I staggered, gripping the wall. “You’re insane.” She leaned closer, whispering, “Maybe. But by now… Rachel is having a pleasant time with Josh.” The words cut through the fog like lightning. My heart froze, and suddenly the haze in my eyes cleared.

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.