Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * I was finally carving out an alone moment of peace, with Slade out for some work and the children off at the park with Emilia, I retreated to the sunroom with one of my favourite psychological novels and a smoothie Miranda had sent over. There was something grounding about rereading my favourite book; it felt like slipping back into a familiar, comforting place. I was just settling into a favorite chapter when Aaron approached, his shadow stretching across the page.

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

And maybe, just maybe, I’d get to see her push back again. 6:30 couldn’t come soon enough. ALICE RILEY I couldn’t let go of the opportunity to meet Vivian Scott again. It had been a couple of days, but his image was burned into my mind. Not because of his absurdly good looks—I wasn’t shallow like that. No, it was the way he had gotten under my skin, the way he’d intimidated me. Alice Riley didn’t let anyone win over her. And tonight, I’d make sure Vivian Scott knew that.

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

A cup of untouched coffee sat beside her, cold and forgotten but she didn’t notice. Her attention was locked on the screen in front of her, she moved through everything Antonio’s team collected with a focus that even some of my most experienced men didn’t have. She wasn’t searching for comfort, she was searching for a weakness. And that was the difference, Rachel Raphael had stopped running from her enemies, she was hunting them. Antonio walked into the room beside me, following my gaze, and for a few seconds, he said nothing. Then he spoke quietly, “She’s changing.”

Chapter 61: One Good, Two Bad. Rachel sat at the farthest corner of the school library, her fingers flipping through the pages of a thick textbook. The familiar scent of old paper and ink filled the air, a quiet comfort in the otherwise chaotic world of high school. She didn’t mind being alone. It was easier this way.

Rachel seemed to notice that my mind was working hard, and she started unraveling me further. "Is she pretty Scott? Does she have a nice body? I'm guessing she's probably very cute, and you're afraid that her wandering hands and her soft lips might actually feel a little too nice against you, am I right?" I couldn't respond, I was too busy mentally bashing myself for being so sick in the head! Rachel continued.

When they pull apart, she puts on a show of being cool that fools everyone but Katie and me. It’s hard not to warm to Jamie and not only because of the effect he’s having on our friend. As a trainee forensic scientist who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, he’s a far cry from Dani’s usual type – especially as he’s five years younger than her. But he is warm, charming and apparently impossible for my friend to resist. “How about you, Scott?” Asks Rachel eagerly. “Are you any good on the horses?” Scott and Rachel’s date the other night clearly went well from her point of view. I’d thought it impossible for her to gaze at him more dreamily than their first meeting. But today, she appears

they all said at the same time as they continued to admire Scott’s assets. Scott stood and turned around. He bumped his body against the door to close the fridge, cradling four water bottles in his hand. “I would be happy to fix you guys lunch if you’re hungry,” Rachel said. She was a redheaded bombshell who was always ready and willing to entertain a man – or men.