Rachel Knights Novels & Stories

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.

Jun stretched his hand out for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Yeon's friend. Nice to meet you." she smiled and accepted the handshake. "Hello, I'm Hwa, Yeon's girlfriend. Nice to meet you too." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

My greatest ENEMY. “Oh, look who we have here,” Rachel said in the most sarcastic, happy tone ever. She was dressed in a black Saint Laurent long-sleeve dress with black Gianvito Rossi shoes to complete the outfit. I actually know a thing or two about fashion and styles. Despite her affluent background and bossy demeanor, her cool exterior looks like a facade to me. She was also the owner of Snow Mall, the *second-largest* mall in Las Vegas aiming to defeat me. *scoffs* she can’t.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

She scanned the room slowly, then her eyes stopped looking straight ahead. I felt Axel tense beside me. I fucking knew it. I fucking knew what I saw. Rachel Knight was standing on that stage. Very Alive staring right into Axel’s soul.

- She said and left the room, showing Rachel to follow. As they were nearly at the entrance, Camille appeared out of nowhere. Katherine stopped to look at her. - I didn't know we had a guest. - The witch offered Rachel her sweetest smile. - I don't think we had a chance to meet before. - I have no memory of such a thing. - Rachel replied politely. - Rachel Atkins is a Luna of the North Star Pack. She came here for a short visit. So please excuse us as her time is limited.

I deadpan. "Ohh, So that's why Killian hates him, he's THAT Finn, the Chain Knight as they call him, he owns all the best clubs in NY" Rachel bursts in realization, taking a step back and looking me up and down in approval. She pulls one of my little black dresses in front of me considering my assets "You can't be Finn's latest booty call wearing Killian's heart" and throws it in my face. "You need Finn to want you from your clothes to your cockblock" Rachel states the obvious so I pull the dress off my head and scowl at the hideousness of it.

Rachel nodded, tapping on her tablet as she followed him into his private elevator. As the doors slid shut, she hesitated before speaking again. "Sir, there's also the matter of your new personal assistant." Alexander’s jaw ticked. "Find someone competent." Rachel hesitated. "We’ve been through five candidates in two months." His lips pressed into a thin line. "Because none of them were competent." Rachel sighed but wisely didn’t argue. Finding an assistant who could keep up with Alexander Knight was proving to be an impossible task. He was a perfectionist, a man who demanded absolute efficiency, and anyone who fell short was promptly dismissed.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

He was my knight… regardless of how much money he had in his pocket. And the more I kissed him, the more convincing we were to the rest of my relatives, and to Bryan and Geena. We were interrupted by an announcement by the host asking all the single ladies to line up in the dance floor. I rolled my eyes. “Do I really have to go?” I asked Ryder. He laughed and gave me a kiss on the lips again. “Of course! You’re the fairest of all the single ladies here. You should go.” I watched with a bored expression as Geena giggled and the guests cheered, then she threw her bouquet with such force that it missed the eager bridesmaids behind her and landed directly in front of me.