Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

“I know this is all a lot for you. You’re about to turn eighteen, about to shift into your wolf form, and we’re going to get married soon. It makes sense for you to be a bit confused and emotional. “You will love me though; I know you will. I’ll help you through all of this. You’re my mate. You’ll see that soon enough.” “I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Violet interrupts. Sebastian steps away, dropping my gaze to meet her smug one. Violet raises her voice, drawing in the attention from everyone in the pack. “When Rachel ran off, I followed her into the woods. I didn’t want her to get hurt or anything. And I hoped that maybe I could help soothe her, woman to…” she looks at me with scorn, “you

Chapter 62 Author’s Pov Rachel had never been one to back away from a challenge, but lately, her mind had been consumed with more than just business. The world had always seemed clear to her, but now, her powers,her ability to see people’s desires and understand their deepest thoughts,had become sharper, more defined. She no longer had to guess at what people wanted. It was like stepping into their minds, understanding their needs before they even spoke them. And with every new revelation, every new insight, it felt as though she was gaining more control over the world around her.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

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

She was going to wait a few more days before giving Lily another dose but today it was better to leave the pack’s territory and look for the magical books in the library. She packed her things up and then walked out of the lodge and headed straight to the entrance of the territory but while she was walking towards the territory someone stumbled into her and Levy couldn’t help but frown as she looked at the person in front of her. Rachel turned to look at Levy, her frown matching Levy’s. “ So, you are still here?” “ And you are still roaming naked? I thought that you might have worn some clothes by now.” Levy shot back, for some reason Rachel was dressed even more obnoxiously than the last ti

she replied coldly, turning around and trying to break free from her grip. “Don’t play dumb with me! You’re always playing tricks and hiding things from me, but lately it seems like you only try to hide your true feelings when you want something from me!”, Riley cried out angrily. “You want me to stop loving Darius, but at the same time you don’t want to see how much love I have for him!” The look of horror on Rachel’s face quickly morphed into one of pure anger. “Are you insane?” she hissed furiously. “Do you think I want you to end up miserable because of me?”

Margaret turned and walked away. Guilt gripped Emily. Maybe if I wasn't trying to keep so much distance, he would have talked to me about it. Emily looked at Scott. His composure had cracked slightly, but he kept it steady. Rachel approached them. She looked at Scott. "Hi, I'm Rachel." She extended her hand toward Scott. Scott took it. "Scott." He barely glanced at her. "Can I steal her for a bit?" Rachel asked. Scott forced a smile. "Of course."

I moved without purpose, my body carrying me on instinct alone. A cigarette rested between my fingers, smoke trailing lazily through the air. I didn’t realise where I was headed until I stopped. The library. Warm light spilt from within. Rachel stood by one of the shelves, on the tips of her toes as she reached for a book. Her expression was soft, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in days. She froze when she sensed me. Turning slowly, her eyes met mine. “Oh,” she said quietly. Something in my chest shifted.

I nodded, ignoring how my heart beat faster when our fingers brushed. “I hope you can get through. I’m just impressed you would know anyone’s number by heart. I need my phone’s contact list to tell me even my dad’s number.” Lilac laughed softly. Pockets climbed into her lap as soon as she sat back down. Little traitor. That’s not fair to say. He’s allowed to like other people. I don’t know how much I can or should trust this woman. My brain is too deep into conspiracy theories to accept that crossing paths with her is an accident. I mean, it had to be. Stacey wouldn’t have someone on her payroll living in the mountains like some gatekeeper. And it’s not like she’s Ororo Monroe from the X-Men