Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

Helped her take a few other books. We stood close to each other but my focus was never really on Jessica, it was on Rachel. My eyes kept drifting to the side of the shelf where Rachel was standing with Angel. Rachel held a novel in her hand. Calmly flipped through the pages like she did not care about me or Jessica. Rachel's face was expressionless, like Jessica. I did not exist to her. Every time I tried to laugh with Jessica it felt like something was stuck in my chest when I thought about Rachel.

“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.

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

Running her hands unconsciously on the well stacked books, she walked through the spaces between the giant bookshelves. Anatomy, Physiology, Chemistry, Physics... One by one, she picked from each shelf, humming absentmindedly. In less than a minute, she slid into her favourite spot between two huge book shelves. An hour passed and then another, headphones in ear, brain on hyper speed, eyes fixed wholly on the material.. Rachel was lost to the world.

In fact, there were so many creatures that I was sure were way above my authorization level to know about…and to think that I would be starting work for the next Incubus King from this morning. It all sounds so unreal. Even now, when I wake up some mornings, I sometimes feel like maybe it had all been a bad dream and today, things would be different. But it never is. I’m still the woman who works as an Incubus’s Scribt; I’m still the woman who has to keep the dangerous secret of the immortal world from the ones who are most dear to me…and I’m still the woman whose heart had been crushed so badly that even after five years, I’m still trying to piece the shards back together but to no avail. I

Caleb I just sat on a chair at the table with my head in my hands and a warm cup of instant coffee next to me. I really wish it didn't need to come to this, I didn't want to leave Scarlett, but I was out of options. I feel like all I have done since I left is think about what I have had to leave behind, mainly Scarlett. I'm not sure how long I'm going to be able to hide out here for, but I do have enough supplies to do me at least two weeks and a handful of books to read.

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,

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Soft, oriental rugs muffled the sound of my footsteps as I walked around the room, examining the shelves. I hoped the key or card or whatever I was looking for had not been kept in the books. I had no idea how Rachel thinked, but I had an inking of how Ryan and Sebastian's minds worked now. They would choose something that was out of the ordinary, and without any significance. I checked the sections for books that were out of the ordinary in each section. A fantasy in a romance section, a horror in a mystery section. But no, none of the books were that way.

“The author of the book on the Blood Moon Hybrid.” “The what?” Anderson demands, but he’s ignored as I stare at Kathleen. “What book?” “That day,” Kathleen looks worried, “when we all went to the library, she looked up a book on them. Rachel had checked out most of the books, but there was still one, and we got to talking about the author. He lives somewhere around here. There was a sigil on the book. That same sigil was on a tree next to one of the exits of that non-human village. Taylor was asking me questions about it last night. She was worried about not being strong enough despite being the Blood Moon Hybrid. And maybe she decided to go find the author to see if there’s a shortcut to he