Rachel Joy Scott Journal Novels & Stories

The underground lab is small, but it has everything that he needs, state of the art equipment that is probably better than what they have at the university. In the middle of the room, Scott is hunched over a desk with Raven's journal spread out in front of him. He looks nervous as usual and keeps pushing his glasses up his nose. "How’s it going?" Royce asks. Scott jumps at his voice, snapping his gaze to him. "I have been looking at her methods, comparing them with the professor's formula. It's similar, but there are distinct changes." "If you want to ever see the sunlight again, you’d do more than compare them,” Royce sneers, pulls out Raven's list and slams it on the desk next to the journ

Her shoulders shook, and her chest felt tight, while the tears mixed with water. After what seemed like forever, she stepped out of the shower and was about to step into the room when she heard Jane, one of the maids, whisper angrily to another maid. From the look of the new set of dry clothes on the bed, Dahlia could tell Jane brought them and assumed she was still in the shower as she whispered to her friend, “How could Mr. Scott be so cruel to his own wife? He seriously left her on the mountain all night just so he could cuddle that home wrecker Joyce!”

Antonio rushed inside in an alarming way, “We found the missing journal pages.” Matthew stood immediately, Antonio swallowed hard and looked at me. “And one of them contains Rachel’s name.” The room went completely silent.

Maintain constant monitoring of worker health conditions…] Page after page, all routine paperwork. Nothing useful here. Then she noticed a work journal tucked inside the desk drawer. She pulled it out and opened it immediately. [November 7. Clear weather. Received orders from above to increase supply output. The shipment goes out tomorrow. Not a single unit can be missing. [November 6. Working overtime again, rushing production. So busy and tired. [November 5. That scum Scott made it back alive, with not a scratch on him. When I heard Sovereign Research Institute got blown up, I thought he had gone with it. What a joke!]

Episodes 50 “Do not open unless you are Rachel Gerard” she read but open it, she skipped throughout the pages of the journal, they were drawings, scary drawings of dead scenes, each drawings portraying how each person died, with illustrations of their environment, she started at the date at the top of every page circled with a red pen, the dates are body written. She keeps opening to the next pages till she gets to a drawing and she stops this time 'Anetta' is written beside it, she is in front of two people one who just turned to a hot Lava and the other waiting to be turned to it, the date is written too.

Beside them lay loose papers covered in Eleanor's increasingly frantic handwriting, as though her final months had been spent racing against time to record knowledge that could not be allowed to die with her. Iris settled into Eleanor's chair, a high-backed piece upholstered in fabric that seemed to shimmer between deep green and silver, and opened the topmost journal with trembling fingers. The first entry was dated March 15, 1892, written in the careful script of a young woman embarking on revolutionary research.

Shit. "Yes?" Racheal called out as she angrily pulled her panties back over her sopping wet vagina and pulled the blanket up. I climbed back up to my pillow. Dejected. This wasn't the first time having a third body living in the apartment would ruin my fun. I'm sure it wouldn't be the last. Siri twisted the knob and found it locked. Racheal got up and unlocked it, pulling it open. "Yes?" she repeated.

Joy nodded at her friend's explanation. It was great having a friend like Rachael. "So tell me who do you have a crush on. I promise not to tell anyone," Rachael felt her heartbeat increase again as she rested on the window, before turning to face Joy with a calm expression. "I am not telling you, Joy Smith. You would not have known all this while, if not that you got hold of my diary. But trust me when I say this, even if you search my whole room, you won't see it", Rachael let out her tongue at Joy who wore a fake frown.

Of course, he finds his sense of humor at my expense. Moving away from both men, I go in search of coffee. That’s when I smelled it, my Sulk. Making up an excuse, I don’t remember, I bolted out the door. They follow, I know they do. Something new for them to skink their canines into. Racing through the trees, I shift into Vix. Taking off into the underbrush. I hearing curses from behind me. I don’t bother to look back, I know they will be on my heels momentarily. Reaching a clearing, the smell of home becomes stronger. Shifting back, I look around for any signs of life. The men shift back and look with me. We don’t find anyone, but we do find a note attached to the tree. Reaching over I pull

Hmm". She stood up and crossed the room leaning on the desk and looked straight into his eyes. "I'm uncomfortable." Elias complained. She didn't say anything. Just got up and went back to her seat "Do you know about the journal? The ultimate journal, that records all secrets, can grant power and...." "Yea, I've heard enough, the dark journal. Blah blah blah. She's some kind of guardian."