Novel & Cerita Rachel Storm

Stormy still hasn't joined them, and I don't see her boyfriend either. "Shouldn't we wait for Cop?" One of the girls asked. She's got a pink hair like Kim andis wearing only a bikini. She's got tattoo on her face and I'm just noticing her around here. "Why wait? He'd join" Kim immediately says. "Fine!" Kale agrees and then goes to stand behind his cake but stops. "Wait... Stormy isn't here" Kim let's out a sigh. "She's probably in the bathroom or something" She says looking at me and I look away.

"Your child is only less than six months old. If it comes out now, won't you be scared to death?" "But …" Rachel pouted. "Forget about it. When are you coming to see me?" "I can't for the time being. I just signed two collaborations, and I'm in charge of them both. Also, Miller Jewel's new products for the second season are about to launch …" "Alright, I understand." Rachel was disappointed. "What they say online is true. You're the most successful woman of our generation. You're so busy, you don't even have time for a private life."

Rachel said furiously, "If you can't control yourself, take a day off tomorrow! Don't drag me down!" "I understand…" Kenzia was still relying on Rachel to protect her if anything was to go wrong. Realizing that Rachel was infuriated, she hurriedly tried to appease her. "Rachel, I have to congratulate you in advance. You have succeeded in defeating Anastacia. After tomorrow, there will be no Anastacia in Wolf Corporation." Rachel smiled coldly, "Who is she even that I have to take her into consideration? Isn't it logical and a piece of cake that I've defeated her?"

Then the knock came. I opened the door and found her standing there, bundled in a big coat, cheeks red from the cold, snow stuck in her eyelashes. “Hi, sorry, this is cabin twelve, right?” She held up her phone, screen already glitching from the cold. “I booked it through the app. They double-booked us or something. The owner just called me in a panic.” Her name was Rachel. Dark red hair, green eyes, maybe thirty. She looked as pissed and exhausted as I felt. The owner was unreachable now because the storm had knocked out cell service. No other cabins nearby. Roads were already closed.

“Your staff is truly wonderful, I won't underestimate them next time. She paid for the service and still offered them some cash. Just as I was about to enter my office, I noticed a car parking in front of my studio. I waited to see who it was and what they wanted. It was Grace, I thought I was dreaming but this is reality. Grace in my studio? I never expected it. “ Rachel, how have you been? Long time no see. Please forgive me for everything I have done. It was a mistake. Let's partner together. I would make you my stylist and make-up artist. We are siblings, we shouldn't be fighting.” She hugged me for a long time. Since you have realised your mistakes, I forgive you. Let's start all over a

“Well… I went to get Ms. Lynn just now, but Ash was inside. She said she had something to deal with, so tonight’s meeting is canceled.” A few teammates could not help but mutter under their breath, “Isn’t this a bit much? Pre-mission meetings are a long-standing rule at the Institute. How can she just cancel it like that? Especially when Miles is here, she…” I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to calm down. “Let me go take a look.” The moment I pushed open Wynnie’s door, a coquettish laugh drifted out. She was sitting on Ash’s lap, one arm hooked around his neck, posing deliberately for the phone camera.

Hope you're good’ A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could send back a text, Rachel descended the stairs in all her glory. She wore a strapless red silk gown that stopped just above her knees, with a slit running high up on her right thigh. Chloe gave a little amused laugh. “I knew you had other plans.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I might have a date.” “Date? I thought you broke up with Drake?” “Oh not Drake,” said Rachel as she walked down the stairs. “It's some guy I met on Tinder.”

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’s your plan, Rachel?” Rachel smirked cynically, but there was darkness in her gaze. “I’m not running any further. They will come, and when they do, I’m ready to face them.” She turned to Jared, her eyes filled with determination. “We will strike back. And this time, nothing will stand between me and their destruction.”

She steadied her composure and replied, “No. Justin and I were just good friends. It is not what you think of, Ms. Rachel.” Rachel finally looked up. “Oh, dear,” she said with a slow smile, “All Justin’s women used that same statement when I asked them.” Then she winked. Rachel Sterling was mysterious, and she couldn’t easily read her character, whether she was like Justin and Nancy or someone like Olivia and Grisle.