Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

Appropriate for remembering death. She finds the plot easily. Memory guides her. Rachel Hart. Section 12. Plot 47. Simple headstone. Nothing elaborate. Lucas chose it. Minimal effort. Minimal expense. Minimal respect. "Rachel Hart. Beloved wife and mother. 1981-2019." The words are standard. Generic. They reveal nothing about who Rachel was. What she survived. What she sacrificed. What she became. But they're also accurate. Rachel was wife. Was mother. Was beloved. At least by Ethan. By the people who mattered.

"Based on what you said, if there's someone who should have no access to the main library. That should be you, Mrs Judith" Judith fisted her hands, staring daggers at Rachel. She hated her too. She hated anyone who tried to stand in her way of being the chairwoman of this company. If George got full rights of the company anytime soon, Rachel would become the new chairwoman of Imperial Hub Limited. Just like Patricia, Rachel was a threat to her hidden plan, and she was going to have to get rid of her at the end. Fixing her angry eyes on Rachel, she muttered "So, you think you can talk to me anyhow just you're married to your burnt sacrifice of a husband? I wonder how you look at his scarred f

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

Nyra pressed a new rune into Rachel’s palm. “You’re the last vessel,” she said. “But maybe you’re the first real choice.” Rachel held the rune tightly. “Then it’s time I start acting like it.”

"You go ahead. I have something to discuss with Nathan." Since Edward was not leaving, Rue did not want to leave as well. It was as though leaving his side would give other women a chance to get between their marriage. Noticing that, Rachel raised her fists and hammered it against Rue's chest. "Oh, my, God! Why are you still here? Like, what are you getting at? I'm a completely normal cishet woman, you know! Stop bothering me!" Rachel looked as if she had pulled her punches as they connected, but every pound was heavier than the last that Rue almost could not catch her breath.

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

Rachel had never held my lover in great esteem. She had been the one who had formulated a plan to help me flee from him too. She sensed that I was perturbed even though I had initially pretended to be happy. * Rachel was an environmentalist now and very well renowned for her views and her work in saving the rain forests. But she made time to talk to me, to look at the children and generally made me feel good. “How is your macho husband?” Rachel had asked me earlier that day as she prepared to board the flight to Oslo where she was making a presentation. She was at the airport, flying out of South Africa but she had not wanted to miss our daily conversations.

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

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.

The next morning, I had woken up to an empty bed, I had slept too much to even realize that he had left. I rushed downstairs, Rachel sat on the couch, watching Television, that was rather awkward, she hardly ever sits to watch anything and here she was so early in the morning face first to the TV. “What’s going on?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” She asked back “I’m watching TV” she added almost angrily. “You never watch TV” I pointed out. “I might as well start…stocks in the company have started plummeting and my friends no longer want to hang out with me” she said, acting like a child whose friends abandoned her.