Rachel-ruth Novels & Stories

Rachel absorbed every word, committing the plan to memory as she prepared herself for the encounter ahead. On the day of the mission, Rachel felt a mix of nerves and excitement churning in her stomach. She donned her disguise and set out for Christine's house, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she neared the address Luciferhad given her, she took a deep breath and reminded herself of the importance of the task at hand. Rachel arrived at Christine's house, her pulse racing as she rang the doorbell. A woman answered, her expression curious but welcoming. "Hello, I'm Rachel," she said with a smile, adopting the persona Luciferhad instructed her to embody.

“I know who you are. You’re Natalia Rosenhall…” Rachel said in a low whisper. I wondered what my identity had anything to do with any of this, but I was willing to find out. “You’re right. I am Natalia Rosenhall. I wasn’t trying to hide it or anything…” I confirmed casually. “Knight left me once and I found out later that he went after you. But he’s back now. He returned to me, and I’ve decided not to let him go a second time,” Rachael said determinedly.

"SANDRA?" Sandra turned to the woman who called her name. Sandra is not familiar with the woman. "Oh? I am Rachell," introduced the woman. "I am one of Denver's friends." "Where the hell did you go, Rachell?" A blonde woman came. "Who the hell is this?" "Bitch, that's Sandra. Denver's wife." "Oh, the bitch?" Sandra secretly winced when she heard the sharp tongue of the woman she thought was a corn because of her hair.

She could not stand by and watch another innocent person suffer under the crushing weight of his dictatorial rules. She turned toward Gwen and placed the sleeping infant into her friend's waiting arms with a desperate pleading look. Maren took a deep agonizing breath and let her fierce sense of justice override her rational fear of the towering titan. She marched across the expensive living room carpet with her jaw set in stubborn determination.

In the dungeon… "I can' t believe that arrogant asshole is so ungrateful. Ugh…" Triana groaned, pulling her hair. "He imprisoned me! Me…" She put her index against her chest. "Triana Violet Cole, the alpha of the Silver Pack. How could he treat me like this?" She snorted, pacing back and forth in a stormy momentum. "He didn't give a damn about me saving his life. I've never seen such an insensitive person before. Huh." She let out a profound sigh, flailing her arms in the air.

- At Richard's residence, the guard, Howel Luther, cupped his hands in greeting and spoke to the man sitting in the pavilion. "Your Highness, Rachel was chosen." Richard gazed into the distance, "As she wished." Howel, cupping his hands, continued, "Your Highness, Rachel has something to say. "She knows she didn't consult with you before joining the selection, and that you're angry with her. She wants to apologize. "But since she has chosen the path of entering the palace, she does not regret it. She thanks you for your long-standing protection. This is her handwritten letter to you…"

She said and showed me a mark on the inside of her wrist. I gasped loudly fear piercing my soul as I stared at the Lockhart symbol that had erupted on her wrist. I traced it with my fingers and it seemed to heat up and react to my touch. I stared at her wide eyed. The symbol meant she has been chosen as one of my protectors. It was simple really. Kings and Alphas have betas and gamma and sometimes deltas. Well Lockhart queens had protectors, they were not necessarily called beta and gammas. Traditionally they are referred to as first and second protectors.

I scolded and he frowned at me before hesitantly lowering his gun. "Do you believe this bullshit?" Rafe skeptically asked Mateo and I worriedly looked over at Martha. "Her name is Martha, and she makes coffee, too. Also, cussing is really bad, tío Rafe." I heard Mila saying and I looked down at her in shock. "Sorry, princess," Rafe muttered under his breath. When did she get here? Poor thing. She must've heard everything we said. "Mila's right. Martha is great," I uncomfortably uttered and Mateo shook his head at me. I need her, she's the closest thing I have to finding out the truth.

I will invite our relatives. Relatives and friends of the de la Lucca's are overjoyed to see Adam. It's been a while, almost 10 years since he visited the plantation. His childhood friend Rahul has three children and is married to his childhood sweetheart. Adam's classmate and was his girlfriend when he was in their teen was there to welcome him. Shirley is a special education teacher. She is happily married and has 2 children. It seems that his childhood friends are happy with their lives in the city. He felt that he was the only one who had painfully experienced marriage.

“Enough, Zale! I told you to stop this nonsense years ago but you never listened to me---“. “And I will never listen to you. I refuse to sit around managing businesses like you when my father’s murderer is out there roaming along the roads freely!” with that Zale gets up from the dining table and walks away. “Who’s that girl? And what does she have to do with our father’s death? What’s happening, brother?” Evelyn questions. “Nothing Eve. Not now!” Christopher dismisses showing pure frustration. “Alright, calm down. I’ll go talk to Zale”.