Rachel Sharma Novels & Stories

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

jAMIRA kneeled beside me, without touching me, and spoke softly. “You are the princess to the underworld. This is the power you hold. You can either let it control you, or... You can learn to control it, and let it make you stronger. If you let it make you stronger, you can stop people from letting stuff like this happen.” I looked up at her. I had pleading in my voice. “Jamira… Please help me get stronger…” I cried for her help as I looked at the children. I cannot let something like this happen again.

"She is going to be a Luna. A powerful one. With a mate who chose her over his entire bloodline — which we will absolutely come back to — and she is going to walk into that ceremony and make every single person in that court feel underdressed." I stared at her. "That's what's happening," Rachel said. "That's the version of this we're doing." "You can't just—" "Also." She leaned forward. "I am an excellent event planner. You know this. And you have—" She looked at me. "How long?" "A week." Her eyes lit up. "A week." Like a gift. Like a challenge. Like both. "Amara. I can do so much with a week." "It's not really your—"

“Please welcome Maureen Ashford, COO of Ashford Group.” Rachel stepped forward in the sleek black sheath dress, hair styled in loose waves that caught the light perfectly. She moved with the exact confident stride they had drilled for hours. Applause rippled across the room. From the shadows, Maureen whispered into her wrist mic. “keep your head high. You own this room. Smile, but not too much.” “Copy,” Rachel murmured back through the earpiece. Ethan leaned against the monitor bank beside her, arms loose but eyes sharp. “She’s pulling it off. Better than expected.”

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

Turning back to the group, she said, “I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.” Rihanna chuckled. “We should be thanking you. Trust me, after tonight, everyone will want to wear your designs.” “Everyone should wear her designs,” Emma added. “Rachel, we want you to be our designer. Full-time.” Rachel’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?” Emma nodded. “Dead serious. You have something special, Rachel. And we don’t want to miss out.” For a moment, Rachel was too overwhelmed to speak. Then, with a shaky breath, she said, “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

Her outfit was edgy and luxurious, the kind of ensemble that screamed exclusive. "How do I look?" Rachel twirled playfully. "This dropped just this month. I had to share it with my sister! I bought you the white one too. Trust me—this outfit is divine!" Rachel was always ahead of the curve—ultra-stylish, fiercely loyal, and well-connected in the fashion world. She had direct relationships with top designers and was a VIP client to nearly every luxury brand imaginable. Often, she received pieces before they even hit the domestic market.

he said in a commanding voice and I gulped. "Y-yeah…" I answered in a trembling voice and sat down on the chair opposite of them...I thought I was being addicted to his looks, voice, deep brown eyes... " Babe, come on don't be too nervous. cool down," Shekhar said and I nodded towards him. "Do you know her?" Raj asked Shekhar with a serious look "Yes bro, we are best friends and she is the first girl leader of H4" Shekhar said to him. "Oh! ok. It's interesting. nice to meet you Disha" he said with a smile on his face. I also smiled in return. " Shekhar confirms her as 'Personal Modeling Adviser and Miss Divya Agarwal as Modeling Director," Raj said. Shekhar said "okay bro. " .and then he got

Laura patted her cheek. "Laura you won't believe the special guest Shelly had today," Kiara announced proudly. "Was it Ace?" Laura beamed. "Nope," Kiara bubbled with excitement. "It's not a big deal." Shelly groaned. "Of course it is." Kiara clapped her hands excitedly. "Mr. Roy Champman loved Shelly's work and he came over to give her another contract to coordinate Cindy's birthday this weekend!" "Oh my gosh!" Laura exclaimed. "That's great news."

After she finished speaking, Charmaine stood up straight and puffed out her chest. She was the future Mrs. Huxley of Huxley Real Estate! Rachel was just a nobody, a mere teaching assistant. She had nothing to be afraid of! Rachel burst out laughing, completely unafraid. She laughed so hard that tears were coming out of her eyes, looking as if she'd just heard a funny joke. The only two people at the scene who remained calm were Larissa and Fiona.