Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

The problem was that after everything that had happened with Mason, I kept on wanting to believe that we were going to get our fairytale. Him, me, and Harper. That not only that we could finally be together, but that we could also finally be a family. I had wasted so much time wishing for the two of us being together. Also, so much time hating Mason and not knowing if he wanted me. I knew that now. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t because of Mason. Mason wanted me. I knew that in my bones now. I couldn’t give up at him. “Rachel,” I said, “it was Rachel. She’s working with Sullivan Carina. She wants to get rid of me because I am a female Alpha and she thinks she can…”

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse

’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

She was beautiful in an effortless way that made Emma feel a sudden, unexpected stab of something that might have been insecurity. "She's lovely," Emma said, trying to keep her voice neutral. "She is. Rachel's incredibly talented—her book is actually literary fiction with romantic elements, so there might be some crossover appeal with your readership." Jake's tone was professionally enthusiastic, but Emma caught the way his eyes lingered on his cousin with obvious family pride. Emma watched through the glass as Rachel Morrison charmed everyone in the room, her laughter bright and infectious. She looked like the kind of writer who had never questioned her own talent, never struggled with emot

Seeing this, Oliver grinned and said, “I take it you’re a regular here.” “She’s one of our favorites,” Scott said with a flirty tone that Eliza recognized as the one he used for men he found attractive. “Although, she’s been missed lately.” Using dramatic flair that only Scott could pull off, he tapped her on the shoulder with his index finger and added, “Naughty girl. Where have you been?” “I told you that I moved home with my parents,” she replied with a grin. She found her friendly barista to be a delightful companion, even if he was flirting with her coffee date.

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

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.

I did not want her looking too closely at my recent research topics. Rachel stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the cramped space. She picked one book up from the floor before I could reach it. She read the cover out loud. "Advanced Cellular Mutation," she read. She looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Oh, you are still into science stuff?" I nodded stiffly. "Yes." I walked up to her, politely collected the textbook from her hand, and kept it securely tucked under my arm. "That is interesting," she replied, completely unbothered by my rigid posture.

RACHEL She had hesitated. I knew she had some medical skills. After all, she was the one who had checked Ruby and said she was fine. Additionally, she was the one who often spoke about pursuing further studies to become a doctor, as she wasn't particularly interested in fighting, despite being able to defend herself quite well. She'd use her skills to save people. Yet, she said nothing until she knew the mission would be cancelled. I wondered if the cancellation was far more important than her friend. She could still be furious, but this situation was dire, and I didn't know she'd feel that much reluctance. I sagged into Elijah as I suddenly felt the strength leaving my body.

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.