Rachel Joy Scott Journal Novels & Stories

Scott found me sitting on the steps outside, staring up at the darkening sky. “You okay?” he asked gently. “I think so,” I said. “I just don’t know how to process all of this yet.” He sat beside me. “You don’t have to. Not tonight.” “I know Queen Elenara told us to tone down the hero stuff,” Scott said, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “but seeing how happy Renna was today… it feels like it mattered.” “Yeah,” I said softly. “I get what you mean.”

We passed the pack borderline for a while before they jumped and landed in front of me. Guess this was far enough from Scarlett anyway. "Where is your little maid?" Scarlett realized it was only me when she caught up. She should have noticed that Scarlett's scent got much thinner because I only had her jacket on. "I don't have a maid." I grinned. "I know she's hiding in that cave!" Rachel shouted angrily. She was really easy to piss off. "You didn't know when you made a pass on the cave." "You shouldn't have come out and challenged me alone," Rachel said viciously, "But then again, that wolfless wouldn't be much of a help either."

Cassie said. "What did you find?" Jacob asked. "This journal dated fifteen forty-two." Cassie said as she started going through the pages. She found a picture of the relic that was in all three publications. "Look at this Nathan, how can people mix up information like they have?" Cassie said still reading. "Hey, Nathan it is almost six we better get downstairs. We don't want to get your mom mad at us." Jacob asks. They all went downstairs to the parlor to join the party.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) By: Kamara . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍______ . . 😍Episode 39😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I looked outside the window remembering the date Reece and I had gone on. I still can't believe he has a private jet. And he had taken me to a different place which was really discreet. Just flowers all around and enclosed in a large mansion.

Margaret turned and walked away. Guilt gripped Emily. Maybe if I wasn't trying to keep so much distance, he would have talked to me about it. Emily looked at Scott. His composure had cracked slightly, but he kept it steady. Rachel approached them. She looked at Scott. "Hi, I'm Rachel." She extended her hand toward Scott. Scott took it. "Scott." He barely glanced at her. "Can I steal her for a bit?" Rachel asked. Scott forced a smile. "Of course."

she said softly. Meanwhile, Jimmy, who had been hiding and listening to their conversation, let out a deep sigh before walking away. Later that cool evening, Jimmy sat on his bed, jotting down thoughts in his journal when Rachel entered, catching him in the act. "This is amusing; it’s quite funny to see a guy writing a diary," Rachel teased, and he looked up at her, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "What are you doing here? How many times must I tell you to knock before entering?" he snapped.

Letting it go feels odd His arms came around me, careful of my injuries. “We both lost time. But we have now. And tomorrow. And every day after.” A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You always did give me the bigger piece of bread.” A soft laugh escaped him, humming deep inside my bones. “Always,” he said as it was already written. Rachel appeared at the edge of the porch, hesitant. “The scouts just returned. No sign of Jax or his wolves yet, but they left a message carved into a tree near the border. It said ‘Blood remembers.’”

She didn’t look convinced so I added, “You didn’t hear him a minute ago… he sounded like he was in pain.” “Fine, but I’m coming with you,” Rachel said with finality, grabbing her own coat. I gave her a thankful smile before leaving the room. I really didn’t like pubs; any kind of bar I tried to stay clear of. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and I certainly didn’t like hanging around drunk people. But from when I dated Scott, I remembered that he enjoyed going to any kind of bar that he could find. He would often drag me to them, and I’d have a miserable time.

"Sorry, Rach, I can't today. But I promise, I’ll come another day." She pouted playfully. "Fine, be that way. But don't blame me if you miss out on all the fun." With a wink, Rachel turned to leave. Her laughter echoed as she disappeared into the crowd. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I met Scott at the Sequoia Island Park for our “rendezvous.” I was wearing a flowy white blouse with delicate floral embroidery, paired with high-waisted denim shorts that hugged my curves in all the right places. My long chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, framing my heart-shaped face with a natural elegance. I completed the look with a pair of white sneakers, giving a kind of youthful and carefree vibe.

It was too late to regret everything now. Rachel stayed up all night, not once feeling exhausted even as the sky brightened. She only stirred when she heard Tina's voice coming from outside of her room. "What is it?" Tina was still unaware of Joel's passing. She said, "The property management is here, Ms. Rachel. Is there any furniture that you want to keep from that room Mr. Scott damaged?" Rachel replied without hesitation, "Throw them all out. I don't want to keep anything he's touched. This house will no longer have any traces of him!"