Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

"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."

Him and Rachel are truly the same. TBC

Isis posed ignorantly striking breath taking poses one after another. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel screamed outside the office. Her ears had been inclined to the door all through the sex Omarion and Isis had. Her ears witnessed the moans, the groaning from both Omarion and Isis which she was able to differentiate because Omarion’s voice was a daily dose she had mastered well. Racheal was so furious. She kept shut and pinned herself to the door again, being careful not to miss a single word from their conversation.

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.

If eyes could kill, Nora would be lying in her pool of blood while Damien would be weeping. “I’ve set my eyes on this one and nobody can take him away from me. I’m Rachel and whatever I want is whatever I get.” She whispered with determination before she walked away, her face sullen with anger.

I picked it up, heart racing. Clips were now being compared side by side: Rachel lounging at work, scrolling through her phone, versus me presenting, focused, professional. @OfficeLeaks: Rachel’s biggest achievement: draining her phone battery. Jenny? Presenting multimillion projects. @FactsOverFame: The contrast is embarrassing. Sterling should be ashamed for keeping Rachel at all. And then, like a knife to the chest—Rex’s name started trending. @LoveWatcher: He chose Rachel over Jenny? Must’ve lost his mind.

Rachel moved fast, her heels clicking against the floor, her breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts. But no matter how fast she walked and ran, it wasn’t enough. She had spent months carefully constructing a life where Nathan didn’t exist. Where his name was just another sound, and his face face just another stranger in a crowd. She had avoided the people who still whispered about their ugly, public divorce. And she had avoided, most of all, imagining what she would say if she ever saw him again. But now… Now, he was here. She could hear him calling her name over the heavy bass of the club’s music, his deep voice cutting through the noise, through her defenses. She didn’t stop. She di

He says nervously. “Why are you waiting for Rebel, Alpha? I thought you were here to spend time with me and my parents.” Rachel says. She seems annoyed. Good, this will work to exploit what is going on here. “Rachel, I’m here looking for a chosen mate. I cannot in good faith do that without sharing a meal with all the Lawsons, perhaps I will want your sister instead of you.” I say. I see her clench her teeth and ball her fists. “That fat bastard child is no sister of mine!" she explodes. Clearly, she doesn’t like Rebel based on that jealous rage.

"I couldn't have done it without you there." The sound of heels clicking frantically against stone made us both turn. Rachel was stumbling across the terrace, her perfect hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. She'd clearly been crying. "This isn't over," she hissed when she spotted me. Her voice was raw, desperate. "You think you've won, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." I looked at her, this woman who had once seemed so threatening, so powerful. Now she just looked pathetic. Broken. Small.

Instinctively, I moved back and followed the projectile of the shot. My brow furrowed as I saw the snipper that attempted to shoot me. “Stop right there, Nathalia,” Rachel says while pointing a sniper gun in my direction. Her face masked a look of hurt, betrayal, and disgust as her eyes laid upon me. “You have really gone mad.” She whispered with a shake of her head, but she never lower her weapon or even stopped aiming at me. “I didn’t believe it at first but you really are possessed by the serpent.”