Rachel Scott Book Novels & Stories

I had spent years believing Rachel was weak because she was kind, because she trusted too easily, because she still searched for the good in people, but Rachel had survived everything thrown at her. The poisoning, the media attacks, the secrets, the violence, and every attempt to isolate her had only pushed her closer to Matthew. Closer to power, closer to the truth. A soft vibration interrupted her thoughts, and I looked down at my phone. Unknown number, for a moment, I considered ignoring it. Then she saw the message. One sentence, “The girl is closer to Evelyn’s truth than you expected.” My expression changed, only one person would speak to her like that, person from a past she had buried

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?" "No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. " Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her. What she sensed from him that night, was something so rare, so precious, that she almost wanted it to remain in her mind as her fondest memory. A once off meeting had opened her heart, to a man she barely knew.

She suddenly reached for her duffel bag, unzipped it and pulled out a medium sized book with a worn out cover that was made of leather before beginning to flip through the pages "What's wrong?" Anya and I asked together but she didn't reply "The blood pact, the blood pact" she murmured under her breath as she continued to skim through the pages Anya looked over at me in confusion and I shrugged ****** The moon was shining brightly in the sky by the time I pulled over in front of Alpha Scott's house three hours later. I turned off the engine and glanced over at my sleeping companions Anya had fallen asleep not long after Zeena had dozed off with the leather book on her thighs

Scott had said cryptically. Now, in his cabin on the lake, Blake glanced at the cover of the book in his hands. The Gentleman Dominant. The book had changed his life. The night had Scott loaned him the book, Blake had devoured the entire thing before dawn. The words he'd read resonated with him, had validated his instincts. Finally, everything he felt had made sense. First thing in the morning, Blake had sought out Scott. "That book. What made you give it to me?"

When they pull apart, she puts on a show of being cool that fools everyone but Katie and me. It’s hard not to warm to Jamie and not only because of the effect he’s having on our friend. As a trainee forensic scientist who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, he’s a far cry from Dani’s usual type – especially as he’s five years younger than her. But he is warm, charming and apparently impossible for my friend to resist. “How about you, Scott?” Asks Rachel eagerly. “Are you any good on the horses?” Scott and Rachel’s date the other night clearly went well from her point of view. I’d thought it impossible for her to gaze at him more dreamily than their first meeting. But today, she appears

they all said at the same time as they continued to admire Scott’s assets. Scott stood and turned around. He bumped his body against the door to close the fridge, cradling four water bottles in his hand. “I would be happy to fix you guys lunch if you’re hungry,” Rachel said. She was a redheaded bombshell who was always ready and willing to entertain a man – or men.

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

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.

Her chest tightened. She flipped the page. By chapter three, she was crying. By chapter five, she was shaking. By chapter ten, she was curled into the corner of her bed, clutching a blanket and whispering the words out loud like they were a prayer, or a spell, or a map that could take her somewhere she didn’t know she needed to go. The story wasn’t about her. Not really. But it was. There were pieces. Fragments. Moments that felt too sharp, too real, too close. A woman named Rachel. A whisper of a girl kept safe. A letter never sent. A family that healed itself with honesty and heartbreak.