Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

I was about to refuse, but she had already grabbed the keys from the entryway and walked ahead. Typical of her, she strode ahead with her usual assertiveness. Left with no choice, I canceled the ride and followed her downstairs. The moment I sat in the passenger seat, I noticed an animation sticker stuck to the dashboard. It read, "Boyfriend's Exclusive Seat". Joyce had always been meticulous, and she hated unnecessary decorations in her car. It was obvious who had stuck the sticker there.

Oh, the trauma she must have been through. “I am being called ugly and told that I need face restructuring or I can’t join the cheerleading team,” Rachel explained, I gawked at how ridiculous it sounded because no way does she look ugly; Maleloma will kill to get such beauty like this, and I mean it, that wretched is as ugly as her soul. “Is that why you want to kill yourself? That is not enough reason to kill yourself,” I said to her, soon realizing I was falling into her trap for concern to be shown towards her. What is wrong with you, Eve? You are losing the plot.

If anything goes wrong… “There you are.” The slightly familiar voice got followed by the resounding knock of heels on the ground. “Why did you have to be all the way up here? Do you have any idea how stressful it is to get cooped up with a bunch of sick people who have whatever illness? Ugh.” His eyes went up to the foul-mouthed woman and he froze. He blinked at the fact that he could be hallucinating, but he wasn't. Standing in front of Dylan was none other than Rachel. Dressed in a flashy red wavy floral dress, her nails, hair, and eyes were all done. And she looked the brightest she ever did, like she had not just run a person over in a car over a week ago.

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.

Rachel threatened "Easy girl.. I mean no harm" she apologized "I will be back, I think Jasmine is here" Rachel said and walked away "Jasmine? who is Jasmine?" Chloe asked and Halle shrug "Nirvana's carbon copy" Stephanie replied "Let's go get some drinks before the performance" Halle said and Chloe nodded * "Hey Jasmine" Rachel waved at her "Hi" she replied "You don't look bad though, but I must confess Nirvana is the real deal.. she looks really cute in the gown she's wearing" Rachel said knowingly. She was trying to hurt Jasmine with her words

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?”