Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

“In the woods. You didn’t know I was there. I followed your scent. I saw what you are.” Lucy froze. Her perfect expression cracked. “You’re not just a wolf,” I continued. “You’re from the Thorn Coven. You came here to destroy me.” Lucy’s eyes darkened. “You’re delusional.” Ezekiel stepped forward, standing in front of her. “You’ve gone too far, Racheal. She’s not your enemy.” Then everything changed. Moonlight spilled through the council windows, bathing me in a silver glow. Pain lanced through my body, sharp and ancient. I staggered, then dropped to my knees as it coursed through my veins, searing, awakening.

Sometimes our arms rub but its not the same. After ten minutes or so, Parker takes out a book. Hannah flips a few pages and shakes her head. “That’s a bit advanced for me. Even Scarlett’s books had really big words,” she says, closing it. I peer over to see what she’s got. “The Royal Guard of The Moon Goddess.”

I stroked my curls gently, glancing at the clock on the wall to see it was 10:27pm. How time quickly flies.I stared back at the cheque. Jake... what’s your secret?.What’s that secret that you can’t tell me?.Are you scared that I am going to find out? or are you trying to taunt me?I stood up, walking to the window. I stared down at the streets. The lightings illuminating everywhere, making it appear so beautiful.Who are you, Jake?.How are you able to manage a double lifestyle without getting caught?.Why do you know too much about me?.Why are you being nice to me and for what reason?.You claim to know me, yet you aren’t scared of my family’s name. People trembled at my feet at the mention of m

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

*** One month after everything happened, the incident of Brandon killing Peter was no longer the main topic for the rest of the pack. However, while daydreaming, Rachel suddenly felt nauseous and immediately ran to the sink and vomited all the food she had eaten that morning. Brandon, who had just entered the room, was confused because he didn't find Rachel in bed. "Rachel!" Brandon shouted with a worried look on his face. He was afraid she would run away from the herd. He had bought her dearly because he wanted a strong child. This was because the Moon Goddess said that Rachel had holy blood. "I'm here!" said Rachel, trembling slightly as her body suddenly weakened and she sat limply on the

I steeled myself and suppressed that horrible urge to scream into the darkness. My eyes found another paragraph on the page, towards the bottom of the book. Something about the passage caught my attention, and I found myself reading further. I couldn’t peel my eyes away, even if I wanted to. This book—it could give me everything. The beginning, middle, and end. Who else knew the details of their entire life? I could change the future by knowing—I could see if I actually find the Game Master. “Though finding a mate lingered on her mind, she soon embraced the adventure and allure of Iridian. Little did she know, Rachel was going to get much more than she bargained for. Would Rachel venture int

Chapter Ninety Three: Rachel's Inner Struggle Rachel sat alone in the darkened room of her apartment, hands clasped tightly around a mug of tea that she hadn't sipped. The warmth from the cup seeped into her palms but did nothing to quell the chill gnawing at her chest. She hadn't been able to get out of bed for the past few days, but today, her mind couldn't afford the luxury of lingering in self-pity any longer.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

She didn’t look convinced so I added, “You didn’t hear him a minute ago… he sounded like he was in pain.” “Fine, but I’m coming with you,” Rachel said with finality, grabbing her own coat. I gave her a thankful smile before leaving the room. I really didn’t like pubs; any kind of bar I tried to stay clear of. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and I certainly I didn't like hanging around drunk people. But from when I dated Scott, I remembered that he enjoyed