Rachel Roses Novels & Stories

he said. Zane looked up at Tyler with big, curious eyes. "Rachel, this is Tyler, a close friend of mine," she said. Rachel smiled warmly. "It's lovely to finally meet you, Tyler," she said. Tyler grinned. "The pleasure's all mine," he replied. Roslyn continued. "Rachel is Chris's girlfriend," she added. Tyler's eyes lit up with recognition. Roslyn and Tyler strolled through the serene garden, the soft moonlight casting shadows on the winding path as they walked beneath the starry night sky.

I said. “Oh it’s the short form of Ruben,” the guy answered in a high pitched girly voice. I think I understand now that maybe he is gay. “Ohhh okay,” I said, shaking my head. “Come and have your seat Miss, we have to get started now before we run out of time,” Rachael said. I moved to take a seat, they were arranging their stuff so I took that time to study their features. Rachael seems like a very simple person, she’s average in height probably 5 '7 and has a slender body, she didn’t do too much on her body just a tatoo on her left arm, and a piercing her nose which looks so good on her.

Dangerous. She had thick curly hair, but since she chose to straighten it, it reached just below the middle of her back. She had a slim neck that would brand a mating bite perfectly. Her ebony skin looking sun-kissed, like she was gold crafted straight out of the sun. Whenever she walked a scent of roses and vanilla would follow. The only thing that almost sets her aside from the rest of us is a mole that's placed just below her right eye, and yet it adds more to her charm and allure. And what I hate the most is she's not even worth hating. Eleanor's the kindest of all of us. She's kind even to me. I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep myself from throwing up. I want to go home.

She is not wearing a lot of makeup just some mascara and dark red lipstick. Riley is wearing a tank top and skirt ensemble. It shows off her long tanned legs. She has some foundation on, mascara, and light pink lipgloss. Her heels are hot pink that does not match her outfit. Her hair is in a low bun with some strands out around her face. "You look amazing," Riley states looking me up and down. "Thanks, your outfit is interesting," I state. "Thanks," she says. "Hi I'm Rosalie but friends call me Rose," Rose greets.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b

Lydia Rosewood is a vile and ambitious woman who can stoop low to get what she wants. “I don’t care what Rachel Parker wants this time. It should be you who has to worry not me because she has already taken everything from me.” I said nonchalantly and made my way to the main door to leave. This house only gives me cold and unwelcomed vibes. “Mrs. Rosewood invited Rachel just to show you that they are still not over you and they see you as possible threat. Rachel’s return isn’t a coincidence. They want to show you that they can still beat you even if you have their most valuable treasure in your womb.” She said.

"You guys aren't going to do anything to me. You're all scared! I can smell it." "Dude's hella unhinged, it's scary," Mell mumbled. Rachelia opened her palm, and a purple rose bloomed along with black thorny ivies. She sighed as the ivies grown bigger and gaining numbers, creeping all over Edwin. "I don't want to do this but you leave me no choice."

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Roseanna said, "I think you are jealous." "Oh what?" Rachel said, taken aback. "You're jealous because you want to make out with Deb Chu. You talk about her all the time. I think you are big dyke and you just don't want to admit it." "Fuck you," Rachel said. Roseanna could tell by her sister's red face that she had struck a nerve. She decided to act impulsively, to try to seal the deal quickly. She leaned over to her pouting sister and quickly planted a kiss on Rachel's lips. They didn't move.