Rachel Morgan Series Novelas e Histórias

She's someone I've never seen. I swallow against the lump in my throat. Where the hell did she come from? "Hello." She turns around, doing a three-sixty, looking for people. Suddenly, I realize how odd it is that she's wearing a white summer dress. It's late autumn in Maine. "The Silver Hunters are gone," the girl says. "You can come out now." My insides scrunch up tight. Something's definitely not right. The girl stands there for a minute longer and then she starts to flicker, like she's a projection of some sort.

Prosecutor: Miss Beatrice, where do you work? Beatrice: I presently work at Rachel's studio. Prosecutor: Were you present at the studio on the day of the incident? Beatrice: Yes, I was at the studio. Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant, Lawson Webmar? Beatrice: Yes, I know him very well, I used to work for him at Lawson's group before he dismissed me. Prosecutor: Let's focus on that day. What happened. Beatrice: Rachel was in her office with Aaron when I was told someone had come asking for her. When she stepped out, I saw it was her husband Lawson.

The wolf howls once more, and Rachel is frozen with fear. I want to comfort her--to take her in my arms and tell her it's okay. But I can't. Because I know it isn't. I've taken her the wrong way, and there's a violent rogue pack just up ahead.

They were walking toward me with purpose. “What do you think you’re all doing?!” I yelled. But before I could say another word, I felt a sharp pain in my neck—like something had pierced me. “Carry her to the car,” Mira ordered coldly. That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. Author’s POV Two hours later… Jeffery, Ellien, Mira, and Jacob stood around Rachel’s unconscious body. The room was dark and dusty. Cracked walls surrounded them, and the only light flickered from a weak bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Her other thumb caressing the base of her thumb where she usually wears the ring she had been looking for earlier. An ominous feeling started to brew inside of her. Staring straight at the cold eyes of her uncle who seemed to be taunting her. "What did they find?" She inquired. Unconsciously holding her hand in an attempt to calm herself down, her eyes going back and forth of the couple and the Prince Regent. "Before I answer your queries, Little Raven, may I ask did you lost something? Perhaps a ring?" Morrigan suddenly felt her body turn cold with the question of her uncle. Her eyes darting to the couple. She could feel her voice draining out of her. Her throat drying out.

Each story portrayed her as the villain, the rich heiress who worked undercover to seduce her boss while still married. A new message appeared from Paul, Riley's friend: You always were a slut. Riley deserved better. She deleted it instantly, her cheeks burning with anger and humiliation. This was Morgan's revenge, swift and calculated, designed to inflict maximum damage to both her and Grayson's reputations. She couldn't have Grayson, so she was trying to hurt him and by extension her. Honey set the phone down, trying to steady her breathing. She'd known Morgan could retaliate, but the speed and viciousness caught her off guard. She hadn't thought she could do much, but she was wrong.

"The Raven is an organized group with so many members. It's not uncommon for civilians to attack Damien for revenge, but it's too organized to just be about your mother." "Maybe it started with Mom's death," I said. "Marcus found out somehow. Got angry. Started building the Raven to take down the Montrels. It all connects." Mark's expression shifted slightly. Like he hadn't considered that. I was also exhausted. I'd barely slept. Between my insomnia, the pain from my injuries, the torture and kidnapping, and now discovering the truth about my mother's death- My eyes felt heavy. Numb. "You didn't sleep, Rachel," Mark pointed out. "You need good rest for your body and for the medicine to work.

And that made all the difference. The hunter had become the hunted. The dead woman was rising. And soon, everyone would know the truth. Rachel Hart had not died. She had simply changed forms. And she was coming for everyone who had betrayed her. Starting with Alice Chen. Tomorrow.

RACHEL She had hesitated. I knew she had some medical skills. After all, she was the one who had checked Ruby and said she was fine. Additionally, she was the one who often spoke about pursuing further studies to become a doctor, as she wasn't particularly interested in fighting, despite being able to defend herself quite well. She'd use her skills to save people. Yet, she said nothing until she knew the mission would be cancelled. I wondered if the cancellation was far more important than her friend. She could still be furious, but this situation was dire, and I didn't know she'd feel that much reluctance. I sagged into Elijah as I suddenly felt the strength leaving my body.

“Even if that were true, you’ll need to go above and beyond to stand any chance with her now. What happened between you and Natalie anyway? If I remember correctly, you two were happy together.” Morgan took a deep breath. He knew this question would come eventually but this was a little sooner than he’d hoped. Natalie was Morgan’s first and only girlfriend whom he had met through their mutual friend, Jackson. On paper and in Jackson’s mind, they were a perfect fit and Morgan was hard-pressed to disagree when Jackson pleaded his case.