Novel & Cerita Rachel Scott Books

Why did Ralph bring her along? "Who's the beautiful lady, Ralph?" Asked the guy who entered last. "Oh, sorry. This is Raven Porterfield, my assistant. You can trust her," said Ralph. "Raven, meet Scott Marshall, ex-navy seal, and our friend. He's helping us out," said Ralph. Raven greeted him and he came forward to shake her hand, holding it a little longer. Ralph cleared his throat and glared at him. All three chuckled and sat down to discuss the matter at hand.

And my strong but stupid brother wouldn't be able to win a fight against an angry mate. "Feel free. Maybe she will stop trying to jump my bones. Black hair and big lips," Scott says, straining on the last rep. I walk with a purpose towards my usual ring. I feel my stress from today build along with my protection for Scott. I am going to let her have it. Sure enough, two girls are in my ring: a blonde and a girl with straight black hair. I tilt my head a bit, examing the black-haired beauty. She is the she-wolf who was staring at me in the packhouse. She is a few inches shorter than me and lacks form. But she is still as pretty as the day in the packhouse. Finally, I can put my curiosity to r

She was about to return the book when a white piece of paper fell from it. Quickly, her attention was drawn to the paper. From a distance, she could catch a glimpse of one word, "Scott." Her eyes widened in shock as she bent over to pick up the paper. "Don't read that! It's not for you!" Elsie muttered under her breath, the pain becoming too much for her to handle. She closed her eyes, wishing she could die so she could be reunited with her mother. "Shut up, you annoying brat!" Dahlia scolded harshly.

The river location Rachel had sent was close, too close for comfort, but there was no turning back now. As I drove, my mind raced with everything I knew about Rachel. She had always been sharp, manipulative, and calculating, but until recently, I hadn’t realized just how deeply her claws were embedded in Daniel’s empire. I had underestimated her once—her ambitions, her drive to take over everything Daniel built—and now it seemed like I was walking straight into her final trap.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

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.

She hurriedly said and brought out one of the clothes changing the topic. Lucas decided not to probe further.”Thanks, mom. I really appreciate” He said instead. ============================ [THE DALTON’S HOME] Rachel is in her room reading. She is seated on a chair and a study table was in front of her. Her phone beeped but she chooses to ignore it. Her phone was on her bed and a bit far from where she is and she is lazy to get up to put her phone on silent. She continued reading anyways. Her phone started ringing and she groaned.

Instead, I asked, “Do you like books, Rachel?” She startled, nearly dropping the one in her hand. “I read sometimes, sir.” “Sometimes,” I repeated, stepping closer. “Sheila read *all* the time. She said stories were the only escape when the world turned cruel.” Her grip on the book tightened. “That’s… that’s beautiful.” I wanted to demand she admit it. That she knew those words because she *was* Sheila. But her silence, her calm refusal to slip, made me feel both enraged and addicted.

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.

The snakes returned to Rachel, slithering back into her body and nestling against her brain as they were before. Rachel turned and walked toward one of the boy's sections of the dormitory. The living quarters were vacant thankfully; Rahcel didn’t want anyone else to die who got in her path. She made her way up the stairs and knocked on one of the doors to the boy's dorm. After a few minutes the door opened, slowly and hesitantly, and she came face to face with Scott.