Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

“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.

When the taxi finally left, I looked back at Rachel who was also looking at me now. She was sporting a Strawberry Midi Dress. I can see that her favorite is Strawberry because starting from her heels up to her bag, it's all strawberry-designed. When our eyes met, Rachel smiled at me and I just furrowed my forehead. I just shrugged my shoulders and went back inside my clinic.

“Don't listen to anything he says. He doesn't know you like I do. You're strong, and you're powerful.” “Th–that's a lie.” “It's not. Listen to me Asher, he has no idea the strength you possess, and it'll be too late by the time he discovers it.” I nodded and she kissed my hair. Rachel was around my mother's age, and she also reminded me of her. She was just as caring and loving as my mother was. Sometimes I wonder how a person like my mother ended up with a man like Reign Storm. “I'll go get you some food and then I'll be right back.” She promised.

“Miss Rachael… the internet is… It’s brutal right now. Maybe if you issued a statement—” “A STATEMENT?!” Rachael shrieked. “What am I supposed to say? That’s not me? Everyone knows it’s me! They’ll think I’m lying, they’ll laugh... oh God, this can’t be happening! Damn it! Fucking damn it!” Her glamorous empire of red carpets and flashing cameras was crumbling beneath her feet, and she knew it. "It's her! It's that Fucking bitch! Cassie!!!" Rachael screamed as if Cassie would hear her.

The channel glitched and then froze. And suddenly Rachel's face emerged on each screen. Damien's Point of View She commandeered the airwaves. Local. Digital. Even worldwide. Rachel Monroe is sitting in front of a pristine white background, her hair neatly styled and her voice calm. Too calm. "I was silent for too long," she said. "But it's time the world hears the truth… from me." Ava and I exchanged looks. Liam held his soft toy more tightly, thinking something was awry. Rachel continued.

I murmured. Kendra added, “And you as the face of deception.” Rachel leaned forward, eyes sharp. “We need a response. A strong one, Today.” I pressed my fingers to my temples. “No. We wait.” “You want silence?” Rachel hissed. “I want control,” I said. “We don’t dance to their timing.” Rachel stood abruptly. “Then enjoy your moral high ground while the public buries you in it.” She stormed out. Leona rolled her eyes. “Ignore her.”

she stutters, heat spreading across her face. She doesn’t need to be sorry. After what he did to her and she still let him go free, this is the least she can do about him. “But is no lie. Chill, I don’t care; call him an ass or worse; he fits every single curse on this planet.” Her eyes widen and her jaw drops at my utterance. Yes, I said it. Before she can respond, there is a brassy voice that almost makes me curse. “Hello, girls, I’m Rachel Collins, a popular girl in the class, I’m sure you already know.” She brushes off her hair with her manicured nails.

Rachel and her entourage have entered the chat. "I know you're in there, Stella,", Rachel says , her voice dripping with hate. My heart sank and I draw in a quick inhale. I slap a hand on my mouth to muffle the noises I make as my eyes sting with unshed tears. I hear giggle and the sink ultimately turns on. “Stop fighting me, Stella. You’re wasting that little strength of yours”, she says calmly. "If you want to keep your job, support me and be happy for me,", Rachel taunts.

The woman turned slowly—and smiled. “There she is,” she purred. “The girl with a goddess buried in her bones.” Rachel’s voice was quiet. “Where’s Stacy?” “She’s safe. For now.” Dylan moved to block Rachel, but she stepped past him. “You want me,” Rachel said. “So talk to me. Not her.” The woman’s smile faded slightly. “You look like her.” “I’m not her.” “No,” she agreed. “But you could be. You will be. Unless…”