Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

The eyes of the person in the photo are blank, and it is not as bright as it used to be. This is Rachel West’s current name. After all, she used to be James Smith wife, the wife of MK's president, and for that alone, the name ‘Rachel West’ was enough of a hit, so she couldn't use the name “Rachel West’ again. "Rainia?" Alexa West stared at the photo and said to James Smith, "James, it seems that you are really wrong, my sister hated rain since she was a child, how could she be called Rainia, and the person in this photo is a far cry from my sister."

Jennifer halted in her tracks and turned around to scrutinize Rachel. She asked tauntingly, "You got someone to investigate me?" She even knew her real name. Rachel's face twisted and she spat, "So, you admit it. You're Jennifer, aren't you? What exactly are you planning after returning here under a different name? Are you trying to steal Maxwell from me? I've already moved in with Jasper. Our family is happy as it is! You don't stand a chance!"

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

We were now in a half circle. I tried my best to not look so uncomfortable, while this tall, lean, sunshine-haired girl drawled, “Marsh, don’t attack the girl.” The golden-haired girl next to the literal glow-in-the-dark Marsh beamed at me with a relaxed kindness. Catching up to the conversation as to not look dumb as all hell, I answered Marsh’s questions. “I’m Rachel, transferred from P.H.” Marsh became more interested. And she scooted towards the edge of her seat. “Your name is Raquel?” Marsh asked, not believing.

- She said and left the room, showing Rachel to follow. As they were nearly at the entrance, Camille appeared out of nowhere. Katherine stopped to look at her. - I didn't know we had a guest. - The witch offered Rachel her sweetest smile. - I don't think we had a chance to meet before. - I have no memory of such a thing. - Rachel replied politely. - Rachel Atkins is a Luna of the North Star Pack. She came here for a short visit. So please excuse us as her time is limited.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b

By the time I pulled free from Riley and ran a few steps, the street was empty. I stood still, my heart racing. Riley stepped in front of me, her eyes wide. “Lisa, what the hell? What's going on?” I shook my head. “He called me Rachel.” I finally whispered, “Not Lisa... but Rachel.” Riley frowned. “And then he said sorry. He’s some creep. Forget it.” But I couldn’t. Not when that name wasn’t just random. Rachel Shaw. My head began to pound. It wasn’t just random. He had known.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

The guilt of her deception had been eating at her for weeks, and here in this peaceful sanctuary, she found she couldn't maintain the pretense any longer. Jax's expression grew alert, wary. "What?" "My name isn't really Raven Steele." The confession felt like stepping off a cliff. "It's Rachel Sinclair. I changed my identity after I got out of prison five years ago." To her surprise, Jax didn't seem shocked. "What were you in for?"

she tells her with a fake smile. “Why don’t you join us in our table, Celia?” Stacy tries to pull her in her circle of friends by grabbing her by the arm. Stacy is the Gamma’s daughter. She is the second best Lorcan’s potential mate next to Celia. Celia gave Stacy a small smile. “I’m sorry, Stacy. I came here with my friend Raven.” Raven gave them all an uneasy smile when their attention turned to her. Stacy and her friends forces a fake smile when they saw the outfit she wore here.