Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

Tay asks and looks at me. “Oh no” Rachel realizes Tay didn’t know about me being the best-selling author, and I clear my throat. “Um, Rachel is the one who published my book when I was still in school.” I tell him. “You have a published book?” he asks with his eyes wide open. “Yep, and she is the best-selling author ever since her book was published. I’m sure you have heard of a book called ‘Behind closed doors?” Rachel asks Tay and his mouth half opens.

But Belle was too immersed on finding the book she didn’t notice how once Orpha had stepped out of the room, the door to Rachel’s room slowly closed itself in a softest click. Belle looked around the room, her hands were set on the side of her dress. She then recalled Rachel’s habit of storing her secret items inside her closet where there would be a small gap where she could fit a few things inside. Thinking so, Belle hurried to find the small gap, her fingers felt around the bottom of the surface until she felt was seemed to be a book. Pulling it outside, Belle’s eyes were stared affixed on the title of the jet black book. ‘Peccare.’

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

And you are doing quite well in the Science department," Andrew smiled. Rachael continued checking the books, as she was beginning to fall in love with the books, especially the front book covers. "I type, edit my book, make the book covers, and also print them out in hard copies. No one, not even my mum or stepdad knows I write. This room is usually locked, and I only write from Mondays till Friday, when my stepdad is not around," Rachael nodded in admiration. She noticed the titles of all the books, but was caught off guard with two particular titles which were: ' SAME-SEX ATTRACTIONS, and WALLOW IN IT'. She knew in her heart, that it was the right thing to do.

It was dawn and the sun’s ray casted long shadows across the ancient books scattered on the table. Rachel sat among them with her hands moving methodically as she flipped through pages and her brow was furrowed in concentration. The weight of the pack’s survival, of Gilly’s fate, and of Zone’s worsening condition, seemed to press down on all of us, but Rachel carried it with quiet determination. I stood near the door, pacing as I waited for her to find something—anything—that could guide us.

“Rachel, I’m going to get some coffee into the groom. I’ll see you after the ceremony, okay?” “Sure. I’ll have them send the luggage to our room. See you later,” She watched Alex help Brad stagger through the lobby. “What was that all about? Bob is it?” Rachel occupied Brad’s vacant seat. “Nervous groom. Bob Cash. Nice to meet you..?” “Rachel Clark,” she held out her hand. Bob stared at her, wide-eyed as he warmly shook her hand. “The Rachel Clark? Author of Legal Briefs?” he exclaimed. “Yes, that’s me. You’ve heard of my book?” Rachel was amazed. The last person she would think would read her novel would be a bartender.

"Sorry, Rach, I can't today. But I promise, I’ll come another day." She pouted playfully. "Fine, be that way. But don't blame me if you miss out on all the fun." With a wink, Rachel turned to leave. Her laughter echoed as she disappeared into the crowd. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I met Scott at the Sequoia Island Park for our “rendezvous.” I was wearing a flowy white blouse with delicate floral embroidery, paired with high-waisted denim shorts that hugged my curves in all the right places. My long chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, framing my heart-shaped face with a natural elegance. I completed the look with a pair of white sneakers, giving a kind of youthful and carefree vibe.

She did not wait for a response but went down a quiet corridor, her steps unsure, her heart racing. She walked around, looking for some kind of relief, when a half-open door caught her attention. Past it was a softly lit room that she took to be Sophia's. Inside, a small desk held a neatly bound journal lying open-it seemed-inviting discovery. Curiosity outran caution, and Rachel stepped inside.

A girl with turquoise eyes and a petite waist, dawning the same uniform as me but at least hers wasn’t a breath away from tearing in two. “Shouldn’t you be sucking cock?” Marley snapped. “Original,” the girl scowled. “Wipe some tables or something,” Marley waved her off. “That’s Wren but you don’t need to worry about her. Last bit of advice, watch out for Rachel. That one bites.” “Rachel?” I frowned. “Oh yeah, she may seem sweet but she’s got cards you wouldn’t expect her to play. Come on,” she said. Before Rachel walked in on my loyalty ceremony with Alpha Ezra I had no idea she worked at the Alpha’s house. Alpha Ezra wasn’t here.

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