Rachel Roth Dc Novels & Stories

A sharp contrast to the frustrations and bitter disappointments of the real ones she had known all her life. When she brought in her first stack of manuscripts, over two years ago Alex thought she was a college student on summer vacation. In sandals, Rachel barely stood even with his five foot seven inch frame, and with her lightly freckled face and shoulders Alex couldn’t think of any other word to describe her other than cute. It was hard for him to believe she had been a high powered New York City District Attorney.

They were greeted a lot as they were escorted to the table and Rose could hardly keep up. They walked up to a table at the best spot and Rose instantly recognized Rachel. She was almost the same height with her and had shoulder length of the same shade of Wayne’s blond hair. But she had piercing brown eyes and Rose had seen enough pictures of Walter to know that she had gotten them from him. Rachel was a very beautiful woman and had a little less flesh than Rose. She was in prime shape; a testament to her profession. She was wearing a simple white jumpsuit but still managed to shine.

Danielle was a little too abrasive for people who were meeting her for the first time, I thought ruefully as I linked a hand through her arm. Danielle looked after the woman’s disappearing figure in some curiosity. ‘The Boss thinking of setting up a home for lost folk or something?’ she asked as we walked away and I shushed her with a shake of my head. As we chatted and strolled to the kitchen, to settle on stools while Beatrice bustled about making coffee, Rachel informed me that she was getting married the following week and then she would be flying out to Iceland. She had taken up a new project there.

I stood from the couch, already moving toward the kitchen window, where I could pace. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Is Beth okay?” Rachel let out a breath that hit hard through the speaker. “No. That’s why I’m calling. I—I just got off the phone with her. I’m in D.C. right now with Adam—we hopped a last-minute flight right after work, or I’d be there myself.” “Rachel, just tell me.” “She needs someone to check on her,” she said quietly. “And you’re the only one I trust to do it.”

“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

“I am your Alpha and above all your husband, I deserve to know where you are going tonight” “Even the lowest ranked slaves own a private life that the Alpha can't pry to, let alone me,” Rachel said coldly, jerking her hands away from my grip. “Do you think the sentinels will let you go easily?” I asked and she paused immediately, biting her fingers. “Where are you going, Rachel?” I asked again. “Davina's Cafe, I'm meeting up with Davina” she snapped furiously. “Why?”.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned quiet. Rachel furrowed her brow and turned to stare at Gwen with a look of disbelief. Rachel was a doctor who specialized in the treatment of comatose patients, so she had seen plenty during her time and was thus always able to keep calm even in stressful situations. To be frank, Rachel's first impression of Gwen had not been a good one. Rachel remembered the numerous times Gwen had tried to escape from Luke while in Merchant City. Not only that, but she even witnessed Gwen trying to persuade Kate to help her take care of Luke after she was gone.

she pleaded. Rachel ignored her, smoothing her hair with one hand before opening our front door. Light from powerful flashlights immediately swept across her face. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said, her voice carrying the confident authority I remembered from our first meeting years ago. "I'm Rachel Winters, family attorney. Mr. Henderson and Ms. Mitchell are unavailable at the moment. I'd be happy to assist you." From my position in the shadows, I could make out two broad-shouldered men in tactical gear standing on our porch. Behind them, car headlights illuminated a slim figure emerging from the middle SUV.

Walk in like I'm anyone. He's already there. Back corner. Coffee untouched. Watching the door. I slide into the seat across from him. "You're early." "You're late." I almost smile. "Give me what you have." He pulls out a folder and slide it across the table. I grabbed it and opened it. Scan. Rachel Stone. Thirty-four. Married to Clinton Stone for nine years. Two kids, both girls. Lives in the eastern district. Volunteers at her children's school. Has coffee every Tuesday at a place called The Grind. Her husband travels. A lot. She doesn't.

After a lot of thought on how to get to the city and protect herself while keeping her children safe. Rachel decided that the best way to keep her identity hidden from Noah was not to touch the money that was in her account, because if she did ,it will give up her location and he could easily send someone to track her, so what she did was to sell off her wedding ring from her ex-husband, it was really expensive and when she got all the money, she called her doctor friend which was still in the country, since he is the only one she knew.