Rachel Scott Book Novels & Stories

“Something outrageous. With a pulley system and a trapdoor. Something that says ‘adventure’ and ‘home’ all at once.” She smiled, her heart a warm, full ache in her chest. This was the man she had married. Not the besieged strategist, but the builder of treehouses. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. “From Rachel Mirren.” She felt him go still. “And?” “She’s written a book. About power, coercion, and the failure of institutions. She wants to dedicate it to ‘the resilience of survivors.’ She asked for our blessing.” The ghost of their old life, reaching out in the form of a dedication. Not a threat, but an acknowledgment.

Chapter Ninety Three: Rachel's Inner Struggle Rachel sat alone in the darkened room of her apartment, hands clasped tightly around a mug of tea that she hadn't sipped. The warmth from the cup seeped into her palms but did nothing to quell the chill gnawing at her chest. She hadn't been able to get out of bed for the past few days, but today, her mind couldn't afford the luxury of lingering in self-pity any longer.

Her heart skipped, Rachel was not out yet, why was she taking so long to be done with the job, it supposed to be a simple task. She breathed patiently, hoping the guards walk so slowly to the registry room. She heard a little squeaky sound coming out from the hole where she stood, bending down slowly, she saw a rat, a huge rat, how she hated these rodents, a plan popped into her head, smiling slightly, she could not believe what she was about to do, but she had to do it. Maybe God had sent these rat to save them from the guard, quickly, without thinking twice, she picked up the rat, just as she stood up, she saw Rachel stepping out from the room, the guards were now more closer to the room,

She looked at the words on her screen, the final chapter of her final book: "People ask me how we survived. How we overcame so much trauma, so many threats, so much darkness. The answer is simple and complicated at the same time: we chose to. Every single day, we chose to keep living instead of just surviving. We chose love over fear. We chose hope over despair. We chose to build something beautiful from the ashes of what was destroyed." A knock on her door interrupted her writing. William poked his head in. "You have visitors. Rachel's here with her family." Rachel had gotten married five years ago to a fellow FBI agent and adopted two children. She'd become one of Lucy's closest friends, t

Her body was limp, but her breathing was steady, and I held her tightly, feeling the need to protect her more fiercely than ever. “Doctor Ralph, please come to my quarters. Now,” I linked to Redcape’s pack doctor, unsure if he could even help but knowing I had to try. Scarlett needed someone who understood what might be happening to her body, her magic. As I reached the pack house, I hesitated, wondering if I should bring her to her own room, but then decided against it. Scarlett needed us, even if she didn’t want to admit it. I pushed the door open to our apartment, not caring about the consequences.

’s face that greeted him. His scream felt so real that he woke up with sweat drenching his body. Devlin buried his face in his hands. The dream felt so real. It has been more than a decade ago but it still managed to catch up on him. He thought he was saving the woman from Muckle but it turned out he brought her to her ruin and death. Cara was a young gentle washerwoman who was fond of Devlin who was 19 at that time. She washed Devlin’s clothes after Bubba passed away and left him with his small shanty in the park. She used to work for Muckle but Devlin found a way to lure her away from his devil of a father. She was Devlin’s first taste of a woman. He cared for her and that was what caused

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Everyone else was too scared to say or do anything because my parents were the King and Queen. No one was ever real with me, and they avoided me if they could. Every shifter knows of the powers the Dalgaard’s possess. Every kid at school had heard the stories from their parents about my hybrid mother and what she could do. So, I had no real friends until I met Rachel. She didn’t give a shit who I was, nor what powers I held. All Rachel cared about was having a friend, and I was that lucky person. Rachel is a Beta, and she’s scared of no one. If there was ever anyone I’d want on my side in a fight, it’s her.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

I bit the corner of the pillowcase, my legs crossing and rubbing against each other. The dormitory bed made a subtle creaking sound, scaring me into stiffening immediately. My roommate on the next bed turned over, and I held my breath until I was sure she was not awakened before I dared to continue. This sneaky feeling made the pleasure even stronger. The moonlight outside shone off my sweaty forehead. I stared at the photographs of Heath working that I had secretly taken on my phone. The figure in the white coat made me burn up inside. Even having done so, I still felt it was not enough.