Rachel O'riordan Novels & Stories

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Morrigan could feel uncomfortable already that she crouched and made her way to free herself from his arms and lecherous gaze. Morrigan turned her heels and was about to walk away from Mathias when the prince yanked the ribbon that is tying her hair. Unraveling her long raven hair, the pin on her hair clatters on the ground. Mathias watched intently as the ribbon just slides from Morrigan's hair. "Beautiful, really beautiful. I could already picture your hair wrapped around my hands." Morrigan instantly slapped him. Unable to take in his improper remarks towards her. She took the glory with her hair that resembles Fiachra's and his improper remark is a huge insult to her. "Lecher!" She shout

He said, this time with a smile. "How long has Rachel been working here and do you have any pictures," I said, hoping for it to be true. "A year or so later, she works at night only, and her home is around the corner," he said, rippling in the direction of her home. "But why are asking,"

He sounds like some stuck up rich boy who inherited a company from his daddy and looks down on women for the fun of it, she's probably not in the best position to judge but who cares, She is Araceli for fuck sake. On getting to the closet, she saw more designers than she had seen in the store in her street back when she was just Rachel Johnson. 'Damn I need some music’ Rachel thought as she went to the boxy thingy on her drawer, guessing that's SIRI "SIRI play my favorite track" Rachel asked and waited for some cool music to put her in the mood to select an outfit to make her feel powerful as Araceli should feel. Low and behold LOSE by NIKI came on.

His question took Orla five years back when she was thirteen and met him for the first time. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Five years ago Orla, who was about to turn thirteen in the next twenty four hours was playing in her backyard under the watchful eyes of her guards. She was all alone, playing with her toys. This is when a small rabbit ran up to her and she caught it in time as it passed by her. The rabbit was as soft and white as cotton, with red eyes. It appeared to be terrified. Orla predicted that it must have come here looking for safety. It appears that someone was attempting to take its life, and it was fleeing to save itself.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

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Morgan is laughing in my ear at my words. “In truth Lee, she came to me at a time when I had accepted death and welcomed it fervently”. He turns to fully face me, holding an old leather bound book. “The Kings of Ossory”. Hmm… What does this have to do with anything? “What is Ossory?”. Handing me the book, he guides me to the first page where there is a map that reads Eriu. “It means goddess Emma. Ireland it’s called today”. He slides his finger down to Ossory. It’s a drawn out territory. “Ok, but what does Ireland have to do with Morgan?”.

She flipped through the contents before looking Dalton in the eye. “Sabrina Green. So that’s your mistress’ name.” Rachel hurried over to Anna to take a look at the folder, and then she threw Dalton an angry look. “She’s currently dating Orius Crale,” Anna continued, raising an eyebrow. “Going after someone else’s woman? Really, Dalton, that is so low of you.” Rachel, disgusted , looked him up and down. Really, she couldn’t believe she actually admired this man before. She even allowed him to pursue Anna a few months ago. That was such a big lapse of judgment on her part.

Darryl said impatiently as he put down his glass. Rachel's knees almost buckled; her face was full of regret. She should not have asked Ewan to pretend to be Indomitable Darby, but it was too late. "Darryl." A lady stood up and called for Darryl; it was Ophelia Lane. Ophelia looked really sexy. She wore a wine-red pencil skirt that showed her bodyline, a pair of stilettos and she also let her long curly hair down—all those made her even sexier.