Rachel Scott Books Novels & Stories

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.

"I am the Alpha. "You are a coward," I tell him. "And I will defeat you because I am the true Alpha-- I am her true Alpha." He looks at me, his eyes filled with rage, but I barely notice. My mind is somewhere else. There is a scent now that wasn't there before. A scent I recognize. Rachel, my mate, she has come for me. And I am filled with joy. I can think of nothing but Rachel, my one, true mate. I can see myself getting out of here. I picture us escaping, running away and building a life together.

Before the sun rose, the murmurs began. The weight of invisible eyes and the wary feet of scouts who believed I would not detect them following me were things I felt more than I heard. They whispered my name in the wind, as though uttering it too loudly may call forth something they were not prepared to deal with. Rachael survived. Rachael changed. Some said it like a prayer. Others like a warning.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I took my body lotion and began applying it on my body, I heard squeaky sound behind me, I turned but didn't see anything. I shrugged and turned to take the lotion when a white rat busted out of nowhere. I screamed running away from it, the little creature ran past my room and into the bathroom. 💭oh gosh how did a rat get into my room💭 I heard a squeaky sound again but this time it was coming from my closet. I took heavy steps to the closet. I took in a deep breath before opening it expecting the worst but instead Stacey fell out of the closet. She face planted the floor.

I feel my mates tense as Osric lets out a low growl and grips my hand under the table. ‘Raven, we can fight him,’ Ruby pushes herself forward, making me tune everyone out and focus on what she is trying to tell me. ‘What do you mean?’ I focus inward, finding myself in a beautiful dim fire lit office, lined with built in dark wood bookshelves, two leather armchairs, and a stunning fireplace.

As she walked past the charity's glass table she saw a book that was similar to the one Clarke bought for her after their little argument days ago. "Hey... I have this book. Dear rose...." Rachel exclaimed "Okay?" Charity acted so calmly, she wanted to hear what Rachel would say concerning the book. "the book is so nice, concise, and beautifully written" "Really? I just got the book" charity answered back. It was a lie. Rachel was able to detect this because she had gotten so used to charity in such a way that she knew what each of the charity's facial expressions meant. "Why are you acting weird?" Rachel grimaced.

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?" "No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. " Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her. What she sensed from him that night, was something so rare, so precious, that she almost wanted it to remain in her mind as her fondest memory. A once off meeting had opened her heart, to a man she barely knew.

“I learned not all gentleness is weakness.” “And not every battle is fought with blades,” Sky said. “Then let’s go,” Lauren answered—and offered Sky a flower. “This can be a weapon too.” ⸻ Rachel Brown stood in shadow—literally. She was studying a vibrating shadow-path in the treeline. Sky didn’t approach at first. She simply waited. Rachel already knew she was there. “You know why I’m dangerous,” Rachel said. “That’s why you’ll be our compass,” Sky replied. “You’re the only one who doesn’t run from what others fear. Because you already broke free.”