Rachel Reads Novels & Stories

Both Rachel's eyes were shining. I put my hand over Rachel's mouth. "Don't you say that." "Your Brenda isn't so bad either. I see he dresses well. He must have a very dynamic waist." I'm afraid to let this woman talk any longer. Do you want to see anyone again? While we were chatting, someone suddenly knocked at the door. "Who is it? 'cried Rachel. There's no answer outside. Keep knocking. Rachel ran to open the door, only to see someone outside and slam it shut again.

“Scarlett.” Something in her voice made me turn. “What?” Rachel looked uncertain. “I didn't want to say anything yesterday because everyone already seemed nervous.” My stomach tightened. “Say what?” She hesitated. Then looked directly at me. “I've been hearing things too.” The world around me suddenly felt very still. “What kind of things?” Rachel swallowed. “At night.” Her fingers tightened around the flower stem. “Sometimes when I wake up... I hear someone walking outside my room.” Cold unease slid down my spine.

So, she decided to approach this investigation subtly. First, Rachel revisited her messages with Seraphina and Amanda, scrolling through their past conversations. She opened her chat with Seraphina, skimming for anything that felt off. As she read through the texts, she noted Amanda’s comments that seemed oddly defensive or dismissive—especially when Seraphina expressed concern or excitement about the future. Rachel jotted down the most alarming exchanges, her heart racing with each discovery.

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.

And worried. "When was the last time you saw her?" I asked. Rachel hesitated. "A few days ago. Maybe... Monday? She said she was going to the library to study." "The library?" "Yeah." Rachel moved to her desk and picked up a book. "She left a note in here, actually. I found it when I was studying." She flipped through the pages and pulled out a small piece of paper. My heart started beating faster. "What does it say?" "Just that she needed to check something in the library. That she'd be back later." Rachel frowned at the note. "But she never came back. I thought maybe she was staying with someone in another dormitory or... I don't know. I didn't think too much about it."

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

Rachel began, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Isa raised an eyebrow in curiosity, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh? Do tell," she prompted, her interest piqued by Rachel's mysterious demeanor. With a mischievous grin, Rachel leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped together in front of her as she prepared to reveal her secret. "Okay, so you know how I've been working so hard at the office lately, right?" she began, her words coming out in a rush as she struggled to contain her excitement.

she said. "Okay, I got to go now, see you soon," she said, smiling, and walked away. ___ Later in the cool evening, Mabel lay relaxing on her bed, reading a book. Someone knocked on the door, and she looked up, marking the page with her finger. "Come in," she said. Rachel entered, her face looking concerned. "Busy?" she asked, moving to join Mabel on the bed. Mabel closed her book, setting it aside, and leaned against the headboard. "Not really. What's up?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Rachel picked up the chilled glass of wine on the small table in front of Rapheal and quickly drank it down. "Sorry sir, it's suddenly hard for my throat to swallow this piece of bread. Stanley has already drunk my drink," said Rachel, who had been busy eating the bread she had bought. "See, you're an adult. Eating bread can be messy like this," Rapheal cleaned the cake crumbs that were at the corner of Rachel's lips. Rapheal saw those thin pink lips stir up a surge within his body. Inside his head, Rapheal wanted to embrace her face and crush her thin lips.

Ha! Just now, Rachel was so confident and said that she completely did not care about Anna. Well then, don't try to sneak a look at her plan. Rachel eyes looked like they were just burnt and she quickly looked away. Yet, her sheepish look while trying to cover up was even more ridiculous. Graduate my foot! What a shame for all learned individual