Rachel Sharma Novels & Stories

Alaric. He walked past with a woman beside him. Something sharp twisted in my chest. I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight before me. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Her long, flowing hair shined under the moonlight, and the way she moved… so confident, so familiar with him. I tried to shake it off. It’s nothing, Ravina, I told myself. He’s the Alpha of his pack, of course, people will come to see him.

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

“Then I will have to kill you, “Rachel said and charged towards Ariel who ran out immediately. Standing under the shower a few minutes later, Rachel closed her eyes as the cold water poured on her and she wondered how the year is gonna be. The holiday ended already and she is going to be entering a new class today. Grade 10 to be precise. Grade 9 was really fun for her. Having fun with friends, Doing Homeworks( yeah she is a nerd ), be the teacher’s pet. Who doesn’t know her, Rachel Dalton ??!. The most brilliant girl in the class. She is pretty and all and only mingle with smart people. She has just a few friends but she considers just one like her best friend. Her name is Nana. She is the

Sasha frowned, "I heard that Shane is very capable and has a good business mind. Netizens even compare him to the former Charles, saying he's just as good. Rachel, don't provoke him!" Rachel couldn't understand the concern. Wasn't he just the richest man in Jasper city? Could he compare to the Fisher family? But to stop her mother from nagging, she nodded, "Got it, I'll be careful." Shane might be off-limits, but she wasn't going to let Haley off easily. The next morning, Haley received a friend request on her social media from Rachel, who had made sure to note her identity. The message was brief, "This is Rachel Fisher, I need to talk to you," but the arrogance was clear.

The black sequin dress with thigh high split and plunging neckline was one of the beautiful thing she had seen that night, she said. Rachel was nicer that the rest of the women I've met so far, maybe because she was married to a man old enough to be her father, he's dead though. Now she's a single mother of a sixteen years old boy, three boathouses, two Yachts and billions under both her and her son's their names.

I fell facedown flat to the ground. Great! Perfect timing! "Oops, didn't see you there. Must suck to be so insignificant" Rachel said with fake concern. She looked stellar in her silver and white dress that was newly made for her. "I guess this is what having no wolf causes. You're literally invisible. That's one free ability!" Tracy, her friend said and they all laughed. Daughters of warriors and council members.

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

he continued, “especially our head of marketing, Rachel Sanchez, whose brilliant campaigns have made Carter Enterprises a name everyone knows.” My heart dropped as a gorgeous woman in a red designer dress stood gracefully at a front table, accepting the clapping with a bright smile. Rachel Sanchez—five-foot-eight of perfect curves and flawless skin, with the kind of confidence that came from a lifetime of being the most beautiful woman in every room.

Liam's gaze shifted briefly toward Rachel and Aretha, both stunning in their own distinct ways. Rachel dressed in a blue, off-shoulder dress that flowed gently down to her knees. The dress hugged her frame just enough to highlight her figure without being too revealing. Her hair was styled in waves, giving her an air of quiet elegance. She was a modest beauty that didn't demand attention but naturally drew it.

A female's voice cut us off,"Shayla? Is that you? Oh, yes! It's you! What a coincidence!" We whirled around -- Shayla was the first one to do so -- and I observed quietly how recognition washed over her features at the sight of the Indian woman standing in front of us. "Rashmi?" Shayla exclaimed,"Oh My God." Rashmi? Farhan's fiancee? I gaped. What a coincidence indeed. _________