Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

POV: Rachel (Minor Character) Location: The Crimson Room, Soho Time: Same Night as Chapter 33 I've been a thrall for three weeks. That's not long enough to forget what it was like to be human. To have free will. To make my own choices. But it's long enough to understand that I'll never be human again. My name is Rachel. I'm twenty-six years old. Three weeks ago, I was a graduate student at King's College studying literature. I had a thesis advisor, a small flat in Islington, and a future that didn't include slavery.

Somehow Rachel felt abused by Raphael's comment so she asked "what about me?" "You- you are different" Raphael replied and he meant it. Rachel us a very rare girl. Despite the fact that she is contract married to Raphael, she does not take the advantage and prey on Raphael's money which mist girls would have done. In fact, Rachel does not spend up to the amount that Raphael budget for her. "Maybe that's because she used to be poor…I don't think I can find someone else like her" Raphael concluded on his thoughts

“Have you seen Zane?” Rachel turned to me slowly. Her expression twisted into something ugly and bitter. “Why should I tell you?” she slurred, her voice loud and rude. “You don’t deserve this family anyway. You’re just a pathetic gold-digger who trapped him with a kid. Richard deserves better. We all know it.” Harley and I froze, stunned into silence. Rachel laughed bitterly, swaying on her feet. “You think you’re special? You’re nothing. And soon everyone will see it.”

"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure you would." "Why did you want to see me?" She looked down at her hands. "Because I owe you the truth. The whole truth. Not just the sanitized version I'm giving the prosecutors." I waited. "I know you think I was always plotting against you. That I seduced Allen away from you as part of some grand scheme." She looked up. Met my eyes for the first time. "But that's not how it happened." "Then how did it happen?" Rachel took a shaky breath. "I was nobody. A secretary from Ashwood, Ohio who lied on her resume to get a job at Allen's company. I thought if I worked hard enough, dressed the right way, said the right things, I could become someone who mattered."

Rachel said to herself. She thought about how Reuben kissed and carry her around with his muscular hands and placed her on the bed before making love to her the way he sacks her boob and gently held her clitoris and kissed her lips she groaned despite being in thought there was a knock on the door he thought it was Reuben she rushed and opened it was Ruth her maid. "How can I help you," Rachel asked. "I need to wash your clothes it's been quite some time since I washed," Ruth said.

She said. “Let her in, Bertha.” Ryan said from inside. I looked at him sitting in his chair. He is wearing a black suit, not the one like Alexander’s. He smiled as soon as he looked at me. He beckoned me to sit in the chair before. “You were right.” My face fell. “Please don’t be ashamed, Celia. It happens with everyone. “I am not ashamed, I feel terrible.” Tears started to roll again, “ I should be with Lillian helping her with her marriage works. I should be planning them. I couldn’t even select her dress. I had another panic attack.”

Ch 3 {Different Families ..., Different problems } Rachel walked around clapping her hands together. “It has been 5 minutes already, just walk in and collect your phone” “I will, Okay! am just trying to compose myself “Rachel said and takes a deep breath. Saying a short prayer, she knocks on miss Martha’s office door. “Come in, “Her voice said and Rachel breaths in and entered closing the door behind her. Miss Martha is arranging her books, ready to go home.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

Then, she began to move. She wasn't looking for a way out, not yet. She was looking for the journal. He had taken it from her during the struggle in the cave, but he hadn't destroyed it. She scanned the room, her mean eyes narrowing. There, on the nightstand, just out of reach of her bound hands. She strained against the cuffs, the velvet rubbing against her skin. She used her bare, salt-stained feet to hook the edge of the drawer. With a sharp, grumpy grunt of effort, she slid it open.

Someone had been standing directly over my private maps less than ten minutes ago, while the entire barracks was focused on the burning armory. I slowly reached toward the central map of the territories. Pinned beneath one corner... was a single black feather. My blood turned to ice. Only one person in Moonveil carried raven feathers. Only one. And if that scent truly belonged to them... Then Thomas had never been the mastermind. He had only been the first sacrifice.