Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

I bolted up in joy, unconsciously hugging Kelly. It seemed pretty ridiculous but it was worth the wait. I looked at my best friend and a wave of fright coursed through me, she wasn't looking all happy and jovial anymore, she was full of bad energy and lingering eyes. I could feel her offloading dozens of rage aura and she could wolf out if I moved any nearer. "Rachael, you have been chosen by the moon goddess to become the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack thereby becoming the Alpha's Mate," Sari said, hitting his bong staff on the floor.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

"Tell him how much I miss him..." "Hey," she interrupted gently, her eyes locking onto mine with fierce determination. "You are strong, Lily. You've always been the one to set the curve, remember? You can handle a little heartbreak." Her confidence in me was unwavering, but as I nodded, trying to absorb some of her strength, the battle within me raged on. "Look, there's this party on Saturday," Rachel said suddenly. "It's off-campus, at this karaoke bar downtown. A more casual vibe, you know... It's going to be fun."

I said. “Oh it’s the short form of Ruben,” the guy answered in a high pitched girly voice. I think I understand now that maybe he is gay. “Ohhh okay,” I said, shaking my head. “Come and have your seat Miss, we have to get started now before we run out of time,” Rachael said. I moved to take a seat, they were arranging their stuff so I took that time to study their features. Rachael seems like a very simple person, she’s average in height probably 5 '7 and has a slender body, she didn’t do too much on her body just a tatoo on her left arm, and a piercing her nose which looks so good on her.

His typing bubbles appeared instantly. I set my phone down before the reply came through. I didn’t want to read it yet. Not while my chest still felt tight from someone else’s voice saying my name. Before the guilt could get any louder, the door flew open so hard it slapped the stopper. Rachel stormed in like she owned the building. A large iced coffee in one hand. A pastry bag in the other. And the most obnoxiously dramatic squint I’d ever seen. “What the hell happened to you?”

The women were looking at Harvey full of disdain and derision as if he was already dead in their eyes. Rachel steadied her dagger in front of her. If it weren’t for the palm print on her face, she would seem like an actual professional. She coldly said at this moment, “I was just careless before, Harvey York. Let me show you the killer move of Longmen’s Mordu branch! “Blood Rush!” Whoosh! Rachel was sliding across the ground immediately after her speech. The gleam of light coming from her dagger was shimmering brightly. Slap! Harvey took a step forward nonchalantly and appeared right in front of Rachel, then raised his hand to give her another slap across her face.

“I'm an avid watcher of Rena's world and today I get to be in it.” “Lucky me,” Renata laughs, “We should collaborate sometimes, it will do numbers.” “You stream?” I frown, I had no idea Stormi was a social media personality, I thought her huge following was solely because of how pretty and preppy she is. “I do prank calls, horror version,” she tells me.

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

She does not want to lose the only ally she has in destroying Isis and Omarion's relationship. "Sorry that came out wrong, don't you think this is the best time we can release the news and turn everything upside down?" Rachel says with a polite voice but the expression on her face does not match her tone. Her expression was filled with disgust. "But why did you think this is the best time to release the news?" Rachel asked from the other side of the phone and Rachel sighed seeing how the lady was not vast in her thinking.

I said politely. “Not until we have a little chat.” Rachel sneered. “About what?” “Rowen.” “Oh. Ok. What about him?” “He’s mine! You need to leave him alone.” My eyebrows shot up at her claim. If she was his, he wouldn’t be with me. Didn’t she know how it worked with mates? “Uh. It doesn’t work that way. He’s my Moon Goddess given mate.” I retorted. “So reject him. He’s better off with me.” Rachel snapped.