Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

Ruth intervened. "Love? That isn't love, Mom, that's obsession. If you really love a man, you won't try to drug him into sleeping with you." Her words were laced with disdain as she continued. "Besides, this was all your fault, you people talked her into it, and now see where it has landed her." V attempted to console Rachel. "Rachel, stop crying, another good man will come." "I don't want another man, I want Shawn." She sobs.

Nathan gave out a bitter chuckle before replying, “Is wealth a criteria in choosing a bride? My fiancée is from a humble background, she’s not so rich and not so poor either.” “ I wasn’t talking to you Nathan…..” Rachel could feel the rising tension between the two siblings so she spoke, “My name is Rachel Morgan. My parents died when I was seven. I sponsored my education up till college. I have a degree in culinary arts and I hope to be a Chef and open my own restaurant. I also desire to start a foundation for underprivileged children who have disabilities.” Nathan reached under the table and patted Rachel’s knees. He was impressed by her lying skills with which the invoked the required emo

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.

Rachel furiously took a step forward before a tile under her feet turned into dust. August and Mac Bauer’s eyes twitched as they started to hyperventilate. They knew that Harvey got Rachel in charge of Flutwell’s businesses. She was evidently a talented woman since that was the case. But they did not expect that she was also this terrifying. Harvey glanced at Rachel when his interest piqued. This was a true peak King of Arms. Rachel was progressing so fast at this moment. If Harvey gave her a few more pointers, she would probably become one of the fastest-growing Gods of War.

"I used to love but how could I live with a murderer, I started to hate my own existence, that's why I had to take this step to be a good person ..." She was beginning to succeed in proving herself great. Michael was also beginning to build bridges of admiration for her. After hearing this, Larab forgot everything that Michael had just done to her and became proud of him. Michael is completely crazy about her. __________ Ayla was sitting in the same room, thinking about Grasis what would do with her now. After waiting for him for a long time, she started saying to herself about his absence.

the woman in black bikini finally spoke. "Guys, relax. You don't need to be like this to Irryn. She's my stepsibling so, at least, respect her and stop saying nasty uncalled for opinions about her!" F rustrated, Ryle defended me. His tone is serious and annoyed, but he remained calm and casual. I really knew it. Ryle and Zack may have similarities in physical aspects and they even look a like, but the only difference is that Ryle is the exact opposite of his younger brother. Ryle is patient and compassionate, whereas Zack is harsh and ruthless.

Mrs Zainab snarled in a venomous tone. “Change your dress and come down to cook food. I'm not your servant. Now get lost.” With a jerk, Mrs Zainab freed her hair. Anaaya squeezed her lips and looking at the floor with still eyes, she went to her room. After changing the dress, she did all house chores on the order of Mrs Zainab. Despite willingly, she doesn't have the courage to stand against her. ********** The next day she came to the university and went to an abandoned place, sitting under the tree. Her heart was going through a strange kind of restlessness.

she articulated, her vocal register heavily laced with a soft, deferential caution. My brow furrowed into a tight knot of intense friction at the data point. What specific crisis has crystallized within the domestic grid now? My internal radar is detecting a profound wave of negative intuition, my mind whispered in absolute isolation. I smoothly transferred the custody of my designer handbag to Mbok Parti’s position. "Ensure this item is deposited within the perimeter of my bedchamber, Mbok. Erika will navigate her path directly to the central pavilion without further delay." "Understood, Young Mistress," she answered, accepting the custody of the asset with a respectful bow.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

Mauve walked towards Aiden and smiled, "Thanks for everything." She turned, took a glance at me and then walked towards the street. I could notice people's stares at her. She was dazzlingly beaming. Her shiny silver hair, reaching her waist, her skin, pale as moonlight. "Marcus!" Aiden's voice came, this time a bit soft. "Doesn't she remind you of someone?" "What do you mean?" I turned, staring at him. "The late Founding Blessings, Aurora Paleframe. The founder of the Golden Moon Pack. The first female Alpha in our history!"