Rachel O'riordan Novels & Stories

My need to protect her from anything steps forward, allowing me to calm, and I face towards the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to the Ceremony of my Luna. For those of you that do no know, this is Raleigh Walsh. She has been a member of our country Erondale since birth. She is the descendant of Goddess Selene and the God Zephyrus.” I pause as the crowd erupts in cheers. I glance at Rae and her face is an adorable shade of red. I bend down and kiss her cheek before finishing my speech.

A voice says, and I turn to look. “Rachel?” I say as I push my chair back and hug her. Rachel is my publisher. Her company is small, but she is slowly moving up the charts. She takes a seat with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on her face. “You must be Olivia’s fiancé?” Rachel asks while extending her hand to Tay. Tay nods. “I’m Rachel, Olivia’s publisher.” I choke on my drink. Oh no, Rachel and her big mouth. “Her publisher?” Tay asks and looks at me.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

She moved away during our senior year and things between us fell apart; not for lack of trying on her part, but due to my insecurities and mostly because of my boyfriend, Chase. “What is Ophelia thinking though, choosing such gloomy colors for her daughter’s wedding? And she calls herself a designer.” Rachel complains and my attention reverts to her. I resist the urge to heave a sigh, and sip my tea instead. I do not like tea, but I drink it every time I visit Rachel. Rachel is the granddaughter of an English Lady, so she takes pleasure in acting ‘British.’ “I'm sure you are wondering why I called you here.” She finally gets to the point.

Like she was trying to contain herself, try to understand what was going on. “What the hell happened?” I said, looking at my mate for a moment before looking at both Lysandra and Delilah. Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine. “She was here. The last person that we would have thought to see, she was here.” “Who?” Her voice cracked. “Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…”

No one ever wanted her though, she'd always been a rejected child. "Her clothes are tattered," Orla heard Callan whispering to Rosa. She lowered her head to take a good look at the long gown she donned. It wasn't tattered, it was her favourite gown. Why would Callan call her favourite cloth tattered? Her lips curved into a frown as she gaped at the both of them. "Call Liam to get her new clothes." "Yes, Boss." Rosa bowed her head in deference. "I will do that now." She was gone again and now Orla was left with Callan in the room.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

"Scarlett." ******

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!