Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

“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

“This isn’t about jealousy or hormones, Rmonica! Draven is dangerous! How can the Alpha not see that? I was poisoned, Rmonica, I would have died if I wasn't immune. Does he really think I'd make up something like that?” Rmonica's frustration was evident on her face even as I continued. “I know attacking Thalia was the wrong move but I was desperate, I didn't know what else to do. Is Kyven's word really all it took for him to dismiss me? I guess it makes sense, he's the Alpha's nephew while I'm a nobody.”

He drew his fist and aimed a punch at my face. My instinct as a warrior took over. I saw the punch coming and ducked out of the way, slipping down the wall. His fist rammed into the wall and he grunted as he drew me up roughly by the shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" I stuttered, aiming to break through his icy face. Everything about him changed suddenly. The air of romance around us ceased and standing before me was the Ruthless Alpha Joash! I panicked, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking into his eyes, as I tried harder to break through him. But it wasn't working. The blue tint in his eyes remained rigid like a frozen ocean.

The woman said, and then her eyes fell over to me. "This is Cheryl, Cheryl Mason." Finn had a tight smile on his face while the woman's demeanor instantly changed.

I just left work and I don't know what. ''Shut the fuck up.'' her voice thundered across the room. ''Everything.'' She breathed out, her chest heaving. ''Everything that happens in this house always ties back to you. You being here alone is bad luck.'' I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it. There was no point in explaining myself, there was never a point in this house, especially not with Auntie Rita. By the window, my cousin Natalie, sat on a couch, chronically unbothered by what was going on since it didn't affect her directly. She had one foot folded beneath the other, scrolling through her phone and her jaw moving in slow frantic rhythm around a piece of gum.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

Rachel was not very good at martial arts, so she groaned when Carl's palm hit her right shoulder. She collapsed on the floor with a tinge of blood oozing out of her mouth. Carl then rushed to Rachel to control her. "Who are you?" Cyrus looked toward Rachel. He could not figure out why she would appear there. Rachel stared at Cyrus fearlessly and confessed, "Who am I? Hmph! My mom and I came to Corynthea to look for this heartless rat that year. It turns out that it was you who meddled in that. How shameless you are!"

She caught my eye and beckoned me over. "Ruth, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she wanted to say. "What's up?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee. Rachel glanced around the lobby, making sure no one was listening. "I just found out something interesting," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You know Alex, the guy you're always hanging out with?" I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. Where was this going?

Otherwise, Julien really wouldn't look at Rob twice, given their respective positions in the pecking order. Once they returned to campus, Rachel returned to her dorm immediately. Her roommates were once again on their feet, watching her, at once tense and envious. They were all Scholars, but the difference between them couldn't have widened any further. The fact that Rachel sat on the same dinner table as Julien Rothschild meant she had a shot to reach the very heart of the Rothschild hierarchy. That was simply impossible for the rest of them considering their own humble lineages, while Rachel established herself indisputably on the pinnacle of all Scholars in the West.