Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

I had pulled out my cell and started recording it. "So that I'm clear, who sent you to warn me off Adam?" I ask. "Rachel is our friend and she wants you to leave her man alone." One replies. "I'm sorry I don't know a Rachel. I'm not from here." I reply. "Rachel Hylton. Her dad is the owner of Hylton Records. So don't cross her!" The other warns. I come out of the stall. I have my phone pointed at them. "Smile ladies were live on social media. Care to tell your names?" I ask.

Show me how desperate you’d get for me. Heat flooded my cheeks—and lower. God, I hated how much his words got to me. I was Riley Bennett, twenty-year-old college junior by day, pretending to be the perfect stepdaughter to my mom’s ridiculously hot tech-mogul husband. But at night? I was “LilaLust,” the cam girl who made bank letting strangers watch me fall apart.

Rachel and her entourage have entered the chat. "I know you're in there, Stella,", Rachel says , her voice dripping with hate. My heart sank and I draw in a quick inhale. I slap a hand on my mouth to muffle the noises I make as my eyes sting with unshed tears. I hear giggle and the sink ultimately turns on. “Stop fighting me, Stella. You’re wasting that little strength of yours”, she says calmly. "If you want to keep your job, support me and be happy for me,", Rachel taunts.

There must be some misunderstanding. With a cold expression, I stared at the woman. “Who are you?” Before Trevor could say a word, she stepped forward. Extending her hand, she smiled and said sweetly, “Hi, I’m Rachel Rain. I’ve always been Trevor’s one and only real girlfriend.” Right in front of me, she looped her arm around Trevor’s neck and hitched a leg around his waist, leaning forward until her ample chest was pressed against him. With a sultry smile, she whispered into his ear, “Trevor, care to explain who this is?”

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

she stutters, heat spreading across her face. She doesn’t need to be sorry. After what he did to her and she still let him go free, this is the least she can do about him. “But is no lie. Chill, I don’t care; call him an ass or worse; he fits every single curse on this planet.” Her eyes widen and her jaw drops at my utterance. Yes, I said it. Before she can respond, there is a brassy voice that almost makes me curse. “Hello, girls, I’m Rachel Collins, a popular girl in the class, I’m sure you already know.” She brushes off her hair with her manicured nails.

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

She could only endure and said, "Hurry up." "Why are you more anxious than me?" Rachel paused for a moment and found that her attitude just now was too eager. "No, I'm worried about you. How can that woman match Harry? Don't you think so?" "Of course, I should have married Harry. Stacy is not qualified!" Anna quibbled. Rachel sneered. If Stacy was not qualified, would she be qualified? If she was useless to her, Rachel really didn't want to talk to her. "Don't make any mistakes next time." After finishing her words, Rachel hung up the phone.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.