Rachel Knights Novels & Stories

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

He did not expect that Rachel's attack would be so powerful, it felt like he was fighting an alpha equal to her strength. What exactly had Rachel been doing for the past 10 years to be that strong? Where did she get her strength and training from? The question hung in Kennedy's mind without an answer. Rachel was back on the attack and Kennedy stepped back to push Rachel's sword away. For a full five minutes, the fierce duel was only filled with the clanking sound of the swords clashing. Until then, Kennedy began to let his guard down when he saw Rachel looking exhausted. Kennedy smirked and thought that Rachel would soon give up. The woman huffed and puffed in place with sweat pouring down.

Hours passed and Rachel called Buck to tell him she wouldn't make it in at all. He sounded sympathetic as she told him what was going on and she asked him not to say anything to Becca or their mother, until she knew exactly what she was dealing with. A comfortable truce had been reached, between her and Anita, and in spite of herself, Rachel was warming up towards the other woman. Especially when she learned Anita was gay and happily in love with her girlfriend. It irked her that Galen had such drop-dead gorgeous lady friends, but it was par for the course, probably. It would be ludicrous, to think a man like him could have lived like a monk his entire life.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

The shrapnel of the blade flew in all directions, nearly killing Judicator Vollahn and the other knight lord candidates in the process. Kent somehow survived the explosion as he looked around him to see the other knight lord candidates severely injured and Judicator Vollahn took the brunt of the explosion. The Knights rushed in and arrested Kent for the attempted murder of his fellow peers and a chosen of Faith. Everyone in the arena was shocked and screams of terror filled the arena Chimera slammed his fist upon the wall, Lily could only look away in horror. "This was no attempted murder nor assassination, this is sabotage of the highest degree." Chimera growled.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

"Khea, a friend of Selene, is an aspiring model as well." Rachel raised a brow at that. "Lately, it seems like she's been getting quite close with Dalton. Do you think a friendship is forming between the two?" she added. Rachel quickly stood at that. "If you wish to get out of this dressing room with all of your hair intact, I suggest you do it now!" she shouted pointing to the door. They hurriedly gathered their materials to leave the room. "How insulting!" Rachel added. "You come here to interview me, but you ask about other people instead!

Despite the increasing desire to glare at him, I simply smirked which I could see, drove him madder with how red his neck and face turned. Like a fucking tomato! Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a red crop top, Rachel, one of our team mates walked up to my window. She looked gorgeous as always with her well-fitted clothes. She put on a show as she removed her crop top revealing a black bra underneath it. The bystanders cheered her on. She perched down low to rest her arms against the frame of the wide opened window. She was the only girl in our gang who understood racing and knew how to race and truthfully speaking, she had both the brain and the beauty, unlike Sophie.

She dodged and pushed Lilian who was the first to make the move against her and she fell on the ground. Elena came too, but Nicki was fast enough to send her a kick, and she landed on the floor with a loud thud that made students to start laughing. She groaned in pain. While Nicki was busy fighting with Lilian and Elena, Samira took a knife from the food on the table unknownly to Nicki. She pulled a cut on Nicki's wrist and she immediately let go of her hair which she was holding. One thing about Nicki was that dhs doesn't accept defeat as an option, so she went to Samira who was grinning and gave her three resetting slap at a time and she fell to the ground and her cheeks began to heat up a

It was my confident look(according to Ruth) but under the bold makeup and black sexy dress that has a slit in the middle that shows my thigh, I am filled with nerves, tension, and stress. Rose met me at the doorstep when I arrived looking like I belonged on the red carpet. She whistled and linked her arms around me, dragging me into the staff office. I was more than enthusiastic to be present inside the backroom where big designers of Westmore company and small newbie designers like myself, the make-up artist and hairdresser work like an ant, moving up and down helping the models with dressing up and changing clothes. The amount of bare skin that I witnessed almost made me faint, however, I