Rachel Reads Novels & Stories

“First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.” “You know normal people sleep by now,” I started staring at the watch on my phone, clearly at 1:00 am. “I’m not sleepy, at all,” Rachel sighed. “Then what do you want to do except watch random people sucking faces,” She laughed again hearing my words. “It's kissing, not sucking face. And if you hate it so much then I’ll turn it off…….`` Rachel said, with a mischievous smile on her face. “But it's one condition.”

I say. But we both know that’s a lie. Our To-Be-Read piles are already so massive they’ve crossed into absurd territory. Even if we lived three lifetimes each, we probably wouldn’t get through them. Honestly, the idea of finishing our TBR lists is far more unrealistic than the dragon book currently sitting in my hands. Rachel’s eyes suddenly sparkle with an idea. Before I can ask what she’s thinking, she disappears down the aisle. Ten seconds later she returns. With two shopping baskets.

" Rachel stood in silence after she reading the letter from Sebastian and Alfredo. She is left speechless, with her heart feeling numb. Alex notice how numb Rachel looks after reading the letter. Her face looks cold as ice, not even forming a small smile on her beautiful lips. "Are you ok?" Alex ask with concern. Rachel looks up at Alex and puts the letter back in the envelop, before putting it inside her bag. "Yeah. Let's go!" Rachel closes her locker and continues to walk through the hallway with Alex. They finally reach the college exit. Monday... 7:30 AM... At the boys' house... "So it's Wednesday?" Liam ask on the phone. "Ok. See you soon!" Liam ends the call and puts his phone away. He

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

Then she sat down at the kitchen table, opened her folio, and said, "Show me the contract." Krista put the original document on the table. Rachel picked it up and began reading with the complete stillness of someone who processes information through their eyes and does not need to perform attentiveness for the benefit of the room. Nobody spoke for seven minutes. I had worked with Rachel before so I knew not to fill the silence. Krista had picked up on this quickly. Elena sat with her coffee and waited. Rachel turned the last page. She went back to page seventeen and read it again. Then she placed the document flat on the table and looked at Krista.

"Ouch..." "Pack up those dirty thoughts of yours. I'm not interested in men." Rachel froze, instinctively looking at him. She was shocked to realize that he could read her mind so effortlessly.

We both laugh and I slap her on the arm of her coat. Now she realizes how cold it is here and why I keep bitching about it on our calls. I finish my drink and ask Rachel if she wants another one. “Nah, I’m good, thanks. This is filling me up. I will be sick if I have another one. Oh, wait, look, look,” she says more excited than a five-year-old. “They’re coming out. My oh my, they’re tall, right?” she says turning to me wit the biggest smile on her face.

“Imogen dear, why don't you go play in your room, I'll come help you with your homework soon.” She nodded. “Okay mummy,” then scurried off. “What's with the long face?” I asked Rachel as she walked in so I closed the door behind her. “You've got any smoke?” She coughed. “I need it.” “Uhm… yeah, on the balcony. Let's go.” We both left to the balcony, and she lit the cigarette first thing, then took a long drag. Rachel coughed for ten whole seconds after, before staring at me with sad eyes. “Richard is such an asshole.”

He realized that this wasn’t just about Clara; it was about power, control, and asserting who truly held it between them. ∞ Rachel sat on her bed in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the screen of her phone. When the message notification pinged, she grabbed her phone without a second thought. But as soon as she opened the message, her body froze. The first photo that appeared on the screen made her choke. Faces that were once full of life now lay lifeless, their expressions cold and vacant.

she sat up and muttered with a soft sigh, as she glanced at the time on her phone. It was already past noon. Rachel leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked down at her hands. “I miss him,” she whispered to herself, as a small smile tugged at her lips. After a few seconds of hesitation, she stood up slowly and smoothed her clothes, before grabbing her phone. “Just for a few minutes,” she said softly, convincing herself as she made her way to his office. Just as Rachel opened the door to leave, she almost bumped into Imelda, who was standing there with her hand raised, about to knock.