Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

She was dressed in clothes so colorful they almost hurt my eyes after the drabness of pack life and the somber tones of Austin’s mansion. “Hi!” she chirped, her voice as bright as her outfit. “You must be Selena! I’m Rachel Moreau, but everyone calls me Rach. Mr Thorne hired me to, like, totally get you up to speed on stuff!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, radiating an energy that felt completely out of place in this cold, quiet house. I just stared at her. This bubbly creature was going to teach me how to be...what? Less like a wild animal dragged from a river?

Consequently, today is Sunday and I now know where this is going. "Oh! You're here! Thank God! Get over here!" Rachel spots us despite being surrounded by a crowd of people who are dancing and in various states of drunkenness. Rachel's in a low cut dress, no bra, and heels that could kill men and women, but with two different causes of death. "You said you know how to play bass, right?" "Yes–oh, that's why you called." Jacob sighs, more amused than anything. "That's a big favor. I haven't picked up my bass in months."

The next morning, I’m woken up by the shrill sound of Rachel barging into the room, eyes glaring daggers at anything that moves. “You!” She barks as I try to blink the sleep out of my eyes. I pause. “Hm? What?” “I need you to be Damien’s personal maid,” Rachel proclaims. I sit up straight, jaw falling open in shock. Panic jolts through me in an instant. Have I been found out? Is this some kind of strange backwards humiliation ritual? “Why?” I ask tentatively.

She sighs, and my eyes widen. "I think I'm going to punch you," I say, then watch as Riley chuckles at the seriousness of my words. I am 300% serious. "Do you really think I'll stand that low?" Rachel shrugs. That bitch fucking shrugged! "We're talking about Ace Carter here!" Rachel says. "The sex god! The king of the kings! The definition of hot!" Sam glares at the side of Rachel's head before clearing his throat, making her turn to look at him. "Her words, not mine," Rachel quickly says and puts her hands up in surrender.

“I am so sorry. I never knew it was you.” “Please don’t mind it. It’s a pleasure being hit by you. It’s a rare scenario if that’s the case.” “What? Forget it.” “I have a boss and her name is Sheira. She’s the one who told me these things.” He laughed as she smiled with him. Rebecca has now the question in her mind: Will she tell Gavin about her stalker? Now that he’s finally here with her, she could still consider him as her trusted friend the most. How she missed Sheira right away and all of her reactions if she would know this epic thing that happened, maybe she will burst out laughing already.

Good, these things had been going on for the longest time I think it's time to release our mini bombs. The man is so amuse of the things he had accumulated regarding the Parker family. These are the very thing that he needs for his revenge to the Stuart and the heirs of the Parker family. "Hey! ...You , pervert! Come back here.!" Rachel is already unlike the former Rachel that Cole married. She is now fast and stronger. She had to rely on her own on in times likr this. She was able to pull the intruder and reach the door before him. She immediately locked the door behind her. "Just where are you going Colin?"

The cops had to zap him with a stun gun to get him to calm down. It sounded like poetic justice to me, but that was all in the past. My break had wrapped up, and I dove headfirst back into work. A month later, the 'Heart of True Love', my latest design, was the talk of the town, and my star was on the rise again. Carol called me her lucky charm and, beaming with pride, she bought me a fleet of sports cars. I could not help but laugh. "I'd need eight lifetimes to drive all these."

The theater is busy for a Friday. Everyone is excited for a superhero movie premiere. I leave the office after turning in my cash drawer and almost run directly into Gavin. “Hey, Ainsley. You know Sarah, right?” He asks. He has his arm draped over a brunette girl’s shoulder. I assume he’s trying to make me jealous. It won’t work. Everyone knows Sarah Cooper. She’s a werewolf cheerleader who has a reputation for sleeping around with humans and werewolves. She’s also one of Riley’s ex-girlfriends.

“Rachel.” “And this must be Stella.” Rachel turned her gaze to Stella, her expression calculating. “You look stunning.” “Thank you,” Stella replied, though I noticed her grip tighten on her clutch. Rachel’s smile sharpened. “It’s a shame, though. All this effort for a man who doesn’t love you.” Stella’s face paled, and before I could react, Rachel leaned closer to her, dropping her voice just enough for me to catch. “Did Jack ever tell you about his real priorities?” Rachel whispered, her tone mocking. “Or are you just another pawn in his game?”