Rachel Roth Dc Novels & Stories

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

doable. We both got up, freshened up quickly, and dressed. Rachel threw on her favorite faded jeans and a bomber jacket, her wild curls barely tamed into a messy ponytail. I opted for something a little more formal, a cream blouse tucked into black slacks and low-heeled boots. Minimal makeup. Professional, but still me. By the time we grabbed a cab and made it across the city to the towering silver-blue structure of the City Heart Campus, my stomach was a tight knot of anxiety.

“She is a girl I met months ago on the streets of Bronx and offered her an opportunity.” “And you had to use my daughter as a model,huh? Sculpting her naked body on a piece of dumb clay shit or rock or whatever.” He spoke with agitation.I smiled.“She was a perfect model for the job,Collins.”He shot me a gaze that looked like a dare. He then looked away.“RC160403... that’s quite a funny name. Rachel Blake,April 16th,2003. That date,you said it changed your life.”

We entered the living room, where Rachel was deep in conversation with a woman who looked every bit the event planner—black glasses, tight bun, and an air of efficiency. “Oh, Hyacinth, you’re here!” Rachel exclaimed, greeting us with cheek-to-cheek kisses. “And Patricia! I thought you two were twins.” “Must be the sweaters,” Hyacinth chuckled. “I love them,” Rachel said. “Now, let’s finalize the details for the Gala.” She turned to the woman. “Oh, Sara, you’re here too. Come along; it’s almost time for the big event.” “And she’s going to be there?” Sara asked, her tone dripping with faux politeness.

The bitter liquid slid down my throat as I made a mental note to be more careful. With everything happening between Alpha Thorne, the Bell family, and the surprise involvement of the Foster Pack, I couldn't afford to be sidelined. (Caleb's POV) "Pass the salt," Rachel said, watching me intently as I stirred the midnight broth I'd prepared. I glanced at the dining area where she'd spread out her belongings - her favorite ceremonial robe hanging by the door, her premium grooming supplies lined up in my washing area, her special moon herb pillows on my bed. Rachel Woods, heir to one of the largest auto repair chain territories in Ocean City, had somehow moved into my modest rented den without f

Hope you're good’ A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could send back a text, Rachel descended the stairs in all her glory. She wore a strapless red silk gown that stopped just above her knees, with a slit running high up on her right thigh. Chloe gave a little amused laugh. “I knew you had other plans.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I might have a date.” “Date? I thought you broke up with Drake?” “Oh not Drake,” said Rachel as she walked down the stairs. “It's some guy I met on Tinder.”

He had thought about doing it in a park, with flowers and sunshine and a photographer hiding in the bushes. But none of those felt right. Rachel wasn't a fancy restaurant kind of woman. She wasn't a rooftop kind of woman. She was a woman who had spent years in darkness, years of fear, years of believing she would never be loved. She deserved something real. Something quiet. Something that said I see you. So Daniel chose the garden behind the Healing Hearts office. It was where Emma had helped Rachel burn her letter to her abuser. It was where Rachel had first started to believe that healing was possible. It was where their friendship had deepened into something more.

Gritting her teeth at the pleasure-pain, she closed her eyes and leaned back with her arms braced on the cool porcelain sides. It was her usual routine to take a few minutes to soak away the worst of the day, believing all would be right with the world afterwards. Rachel choked on a tired laugh. ‘Now, what are the odds of that happening?’ I want her . The thought struck out from the night so loud and clear that Jackson glanced around to see if someone else had said the words. The street where Rachel lived was lined with middle-class brick and wood-frame houses, lit with warm yellow light that pooled on well-tended lawns. Cars were parked in driveways or tucked into garages. No one roamed

“Rachel—” “I know what that life demands,” she interrupted softly. “And I don’t want it.” Ralph looked confused. “You would walk away from an empire people spent years protecting?” Rachel nodded slowly. “Yes.” Rachel glanced briefly toward Dominic before continuing. “I spent most of my life surrounded by manipulation, violence, betrayal, and fear.” Her voice remained calm but heavy. “I don’t want my children growing up around that.” Dominic’s expression softened immediately at the word children.

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.