Rachel Roses Novels & Stories

It sent chills down my spine, and I could see, from the way that Rachel’s body tightened slightly, that she was also affected by it. “I see you got yourself a bodyguard,” she said once her laughter had died down, her tone sounding very derogatory. “Do you think she’s strong enough to take me.” “Bitch, fucking talk directly to me,” Rachel said through gritted teeth. “I dare you to come at me. Let me show you how it feels to have that silly smirk slapped off your face.” The mask of amusement that Rose had put on so skilfully fell, revealing pure, unadulterated rage. Hatred. Disgust. I and Rachel involuntarily took a step back.

No way! She and Zoe rode the elevator to the 10th floor where her mother’s temporary apartment was located and when Rosemary opened her front door, her jaw dropped when she saw Rachel’s outfit. “Rachel Marie Lane! Where are you going to, dressed like that?” She asked her daughter. She grinned. “I’m going out to have fun. Here’s your grandchild, she’s all yours for the afternoon. See ya!” Rachel kissed Zoe and blew a kiss at her surprised mother before cat-walking away like a runway model.

Rose looked away as she clicked on her mail on her phone. “Are..you sure madame?” Rachel blinked thinking she heard her boss wrong. Rose looked up to her again with a neutral expression on her face. Her eyes only wandered on the bouquet and gift box for two seconds before getting her eyes back on her phone. “You heard me loud and clear. Have them disposed into the bin. Or..you can keep them if you want.” Rose repiled before walking across the room checking her mail for her flight details and the airline she was travelling in. “Of course madame.” She heard her door opening and Rachel walking out of her room before shutting the door.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

Trevor’s voice cut in as he walked toward us, his expression sharp with concern. "There are a few roses," Rachel admitted, looking confused. "Get these flowers out of here! Chloe is allergic to roses!" Rachel immediately gathered the bouquets of roses in a fluster. "Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were allergic! I’m so sorry!" she exclaimed, hurrying to take the roses out of the house. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my face bright red and blotchy, looking absolutely awful—like an overripe apple. Irritation churned in my chest.

, we have a party to attend today” “Wife? My Goodness! You have really grown. I’m so happy for you Nathan. Hey Rachel, my name is Rose. I’m so delighted to help you. You complement each other well. I’m so happy for you guys.” “Hello Rose.” Rachel hoped her voice was steady because she was flushed. Nathan had just introduced her as his wife. She felt a flutter in her stomach. “So I would just sit here and you do your magic, I trust you Rose.” “Come dear” Rose said as she led Rachel to another room in the store. There were so many beautiful outfits, different colours and designs. Rachel was glad Rose was with her , she would never be able to choose. “Rachel, come try this.” “Okay.” The dress w

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

“Anyway, I need to start working now, if you’ll just—” “Oh, that’ll have to wait,” Rachael cut in. “Huh? Why?” Max asked, beating her to it. “Because she wants to see you.” “She? Who is she?” Nora asked, confused. “Rosa Bamford,” Rachael said, deadpan. "Oh hell," Nora blinked. “Wait—who again?” “What?!” Max practically shouted.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Every instinct in me screamed control. Something was very, very wrong. The next day, I found myself driving past the mansion again without meaning to. The security gate stood closed, but I could see Rachel working in the garden, her hair tied back, her movements slower than usual. When she looked up and saw me, her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t wave. She just turned away, pretending not to see. That only deepened my worry. I waited until the gardener disappeared into the shed, then stepped out of the car and approached the side fence. She was kneeling by a bed of roses, pretending to prune them.