Rachel Keller Feet の小説・ストーリー

“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

She was hungry and tired then, so she reached for a handful of dried grass and chewed as she walked, needing to regain her stamina until she was completely safe. She couldn’t afford to sit down and rest. Intense exhaustion made her dizzy, feeling like she was dragging weights behind her. The skin on the soles of her feet was already severely wounded, with pus oozing out of her wounds. However, Rachel still pressed on, oblivious to the pain as her feet grew numb from the cold. For once, she was most grateful for the cold. Following the signs along the empty road, she kept walking and headed in Merryview City’s direction.

"Sorry guys I really have to go now. Bye!" She went inside her car and drove off refusing to look back because she's afraid if she do her tears will gonna betray her. And that's something she can't afford to risk. How stupid of her to think of liking the "Jace Keller"! He's like "everything"! Just when she was at the library she tried looking at his i*******m account. And got shock at how much followers he has like millions and mostly are girls. How can she consider herself to attract his attention. She is just a plain and boring nerd. Nothing more.

Zachary pulled his hand back, and his voice softened. "She works at the massage parlor next door. We just know each other and decided to grab a coffee." Monday, a massage parlor, and casually stepping out for coffee with an employee. Not even a half-decent lie, huh? He couldn't be bothered to make it sound convincing. Tiffany's pitiful cries filled the air. "Ms. Parker, please don't get the wrong idea! We really just… ran into each other. Please, just let Mr. Quinn take me to the hospital first. My stomach really hurts. Please, I'm begging you."

I started to wonder if maybe I was getting too friendly with Jessica. Rachel Killian came out of the changing rooms in the robe, her warm golden-brown skin more heavily revealed as I walked her down to the room. I ran through the questionnaire with her, and while she didn’t flirt with me as directly as Eden did, she also wasn’t as clinical or impatient as most of my clients. She joked lightly and smiled with a warm quirk to her plush lips. I was surprised to find out she was in her early forties, and she mentioned she had a couple of kids in their young teens. I went through the motions, stepping out to allow her to get under the sheet on the massage table, and then re-entered.

, she turns, slowly, and almost shakily from how much her anger is consuming her. Nobody speaks. Rachel’s eyes are red behind the pair of glasses perched on her nose bridge. I gulp, my fingers pick at the lace of my dress. It’s too short, riding up my butt, it’s uncomfortable but it’s what my life has come to. And my toes feel like they would burst in my high heels, the shoes are a size smaller, and I dare not make a face of discomfort. I look down, not cowering, but guilty of the crime that would soon be mentioned. It’s not a crime if I stand up for myself. The fool felt too full of himself.

"Oh, of course, I'll get another one right away." She soon returned with a more conservative option. It was a two-piece set with a grey knit short-sleeve top and a matching pleated skirt. It still flattered Rachel's long legs and complimented her slim figure. The sales assistant had sold clothes for years, but she couldn't remember seeing such beautiful legs. Rachel thought it looked good too. Tyler rubbed his chin and finally nodded with satisfaction. "What about her shoes?" Only then did the assistant notice Rachel was barefoot. "Right! I'll go grab a pair."

Rachel was always dealing with migraine and fatigue from adjusting to the body she was now occupying, she was battling insomnia and for fucksake, she's a billionaire now and she hasn't been able to enjoy the perks of being a billionaire for one fucking day for the past two months plus. All she has been doing was looking over her shoulder and making sure she doesn't get caught up in any of Alice's and Xander's plans. All she wanted to do was dig her feets into some soft, moist silt sand and get baked by the beach sun with a friendly tequila with no Alice, Xander or even Yandel to worry about. "I could swear you almost referred to yourself as a third person." Yandel butted in. Rachel knew he w

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…