Rachel Reads Novels & Stories

★★★ "Hello, Rachel, how are you?" Bella asked and noticed Rachel was busy with the work. Managing a canteen was a hectic thing, however, no one could tell that they ever found miss Rachel tired or lacking attention but today Isabella felt Rachel was lost in thoughts as the movement of her hand was slow and shaking. "I am very good. How are you, girls?" Rachel said with a bright smile. She took out a paper and pen, and started muttering, "Three coffee with doughnuts and anything else."

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

I offered Miss Juliette some cookies and milk but she politely declined and to keep myself busy I start reading a romance novel I picked up from the bookshelf in my room and then it occurs to me that Mr Jordan has not stepped out yet to bid Rachel goodbye, could he be sick or he had already left? Rachel lesson finishes after two hours and she said she will love to have a swim in the pool to rest her brain before her knitting teacher arrives and so I offer her a snack and get her bathing suit ready. She changes into her swimsuit and starts swimming in the pool while I watch her and not long after Mr Jordan walks in dressed casually in a black polo and black shorts with his MacBook in hand. I

No more guards hovering. Just Monica, sitting alone with her chains loose but still intact, her wrists red and aching. The overhead light buzzed softly above her. Then the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t Caleb. It wasn’t Chase. It was Rachel. Dressed in cream-colored slacks and a matching coat, her elegance sharp as ever. Her heels echoed on the floor as she walked forward slowly, like a woman ready to face the devil who broke her life in two. Monica blinked through the dim light, then slowly smiled—a tired, tremulous smile.

Rachel laughed at that. " I wouldn't think I was crazy if I did see that." He gestured for her to sit on his neatly arranged bed. "What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea?" " Coffee please!" He muttered a 'be-right-back' and disappeared into what should be the kitchen. Rachel took her time in absorbing the room. There was a bookshelf directly opposite her at the corner and she stalked to it. She picked out the first book in the shelf that looked recently read, and read the title out loud, just as he walked in with her coffee.

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

She read from her phone before taking another bite of her carrot. My pulse quickened, and a cold chill ran down my spine as my heartbeat spiked. My fingers curled into a tight fist against the table. “The Hendersons are crazy,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “Well, it seems Rachel is up to something,” Carolina mumbled. “She’s trying to draw you out, but her strategy is as lame as her fake lifestyle.” I groaned, unclenching my fist as I took another sip of water. “I don’t know why they keep getting under my skin…”

Rachel wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. The red velvet carpet of Sheldon’s looked like a good place to hide from the glares and gloating looks she was getting from the patrons – was that the Joan Rivers lookalike Susan Mists looking at her? Rachel had ordered chicken, salad, and wine. It was all nice and delicious but all she found herself reaching out for was wine and more wine. Nate was generous enough to order two bottles of red for her alone. She could just see the tabloids: Rachel Rivers drowning in a river of red.

I interrupted. I watched her gasp in shock, then nod firmly. “I’ll show you.” I doubted their CCTV would work, but luckily it did. I was curious—curious about who Rachel met to the extent of thinking about suicide. Was it her boyfriend? Did she have a big fight with him? I know Rachel was strong, and she wasn’t the type to commit suicide over anything less than something crucial. The lady played the CCTV footage with the exact date, and my eyes fixed deeply on the scene. Suddenly, I saw Rachel. Just like I expected, she wasn’t alone. She was with Jacob — the same man I caught her flirting with in front of Charlton mansion.

“Shut it. You worry too much. Keep your vampire politics to yourself. Love you, got to go! I’ll talk to you later.” Worry too much… yeah, right. I didn’t worry enough, if anything. I wasn’t letting another person I care about get kidnapped though. I wondered down the hall until I found Mitchell’s room. Pretty sure it was his. It smelled like him and I could hear him inside. I knocked on the door. “Come in Rachel.” “How did you know it was me?” “No one else would have bothered to wait after knocking.” “Ah. Well, I have a request.”