Rachel Knights Novels & Stories

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.

still she is taking care of me in her house. I was actually mad when I heard what sheetal said. So I went straight to NK and asked him to issue a statement saying that sheetal is the one who tried to ruin his show and she also blackmailed him for money and also asked him to give press the proof that sheetal has taken money from him. Yeah I know it’s cruel but she deserves this only. Her carrier will be finished after this but I could care less. When I was done with the whole situation I looked at the reporters and got shocked when I didn't find Kiyara there...she was no where to be seen. I was scared like never before... I

the words slipped out before I could think, roling of my tounge, letter by letter and I couldn't stop myself. ’You’re supposed to kill them!’ Shut up, Delilah. I stalked towards her, fighting of werewolves as I went. They were strong, much stronger than I was, luckily I was protected. I had no idea by whom but someone was keeping me alive. I had seen a witch earlier, I believed her name to be Natasha, she was working with the Knights and my instructions were clear, kill the Knights and anyone who opposes. But why she would protect me, I didn't know.

I ate slowly, the taste feeling strange. Halfway through, the sound of the doorbell chime echoed. I looked up casually. And then my fork froze mid-air. Rachel walked in with that innocent smile in her face. My chest squeezed so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. She looked radiant. Beautiful. She was wearing a pink gown, the fabric hugging her curves, the hemline high above her knees. Her hair bounced softly as she walked, her lips shining faintly under the light. I almost stood up immediately, ready to confront her. To ask her why she left. To demand answers.

She was desperately trying to comfort him, but it seemed to have little effect. Christopher continued to throw a tantrum in the room next door. After a while, the noise slowly faded away. Either he had worn himself out from smashing things, or there was nothing left for him to break. Rachel leaned against the door, seemingly exhausted to the core. Suddenly, rapid footsteps were heard from the staircase by the side. Susan Knightley, a household staff who was out working in the courtyard, rushed over to Rachel. She nervously said, "Something happened, Ms. Rachel! Mr. Scott wants to jump off the building!"

Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me. It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room. Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair. Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way. I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure. I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes. Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there. That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive.

she corrected. The two women stared at each other for a few moments longer, before the red headed woman extended her hand toward Sienna. "I'm Rachel," she said. Sienna stared at her hand and then slowly reached out to meet it. She felt Rachel hold onto her hand just a little too long. Rachel leaned against the sink and continued to stare at Sienna. "Sienna. That's a pretty name," Rachel said. "Thanks. I saw you at the Veterans Ball, right? You used to date Brandon?" Sienna asked, trying her best to be friendly.