Rachel Joy Scott Journal Novels & Stories

This journal own by: Eclipsa Knight (smith) assistant of the zoidac sign of scorpio. The keeper of the unknown and the last everwood guardian Age 13, 0218- Age 34, 0250 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Russianking here, hope you guys enjoy this journal because i'm working on the novel version of what happen in the journal not from her eyes. It going to take me a while to (im not the bad writing novel but I'm trying my best and it coming out okay) I will post the first chapter here for you guy to read and wail for the other books that is after this one to come out. What did you think of it? I want to know what you guy think of the story.

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.

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!"

Rachel never batted an eyelash at the numbers, letting the purchases pile up in the chauffeured car. I flipped open the cover, landing on the article about me. Rachel had placed a large sticky note over the first paragraph with the words, “are you sure you want to read this?” I smiled and lifted it off the page. I liked Rachel. She had a subtle sense of humor that caught me off guard. She was fiercely protective of Jack, and the love and respect she had for him only made me like her more. She had grown up in a smaller town than mine, and we spent much of our shopping excursions swapping stories about home. She was quickly becoming the older sister I never had, and I was more than grateful to

“Our comforts came from one another – crazy to crazy and becoming sane. She came like lightning from my own rainless storm and introduced me to a new world. But it will be mine once we get out of there. Although, I first got out and no news from her afterwards.” ‘Who could be that she? A new world?’ She wonders that she stares at the door. Finding no appealing content, then she moves to another journal, flipping a sheet to the other. “It was different but I expected it – the boy with scars on his own back could find no companion in life. Meeting with judgments from the people whom I redeemed loving, caring and all so holy. The blood I vomit they see is nothing but disgust and a grin.” Whispe

Before the sun rose, the murmurs began. The weight of invisible eyes and the wary feet of scouts who believed I would not detect them following me were things I felt more than I heard. They whispered my name in the wind, as though uttering it too loudly may call forth something they were not prepared to deal with. Rachael survived. Rachael changed. Some said it like a prayer. Others like a warning.