Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

He sounds like some stuck up rich boy who inherited a company from his daddy and looks down on women for the fun of it, she's probably not in the best position to judge but who cares, She is Araceli for fuck sake. On getting to the closet, she saw more designers than she had seen in the store in her street back when she was just Rachel Johnson. 'Damn I need some music’ Rachel thought as she went to the boxy thingy on her drawer, guessing that's SIRI "SIRI play my favorite track" Rachel asked and waited for some cool music to put her in the mood to select an outfit to make her feel powerful as Araceli should feel. Low and behold LOSE by NIKI came on.

"Breaking Entertainment News: Rachel Shaw Makes History as First Female Full-Line Spokesperson for Webson Group" "Rachel Shaw and Jake Webson Sign Contract and Pose Together Amidst Relationship Rumors." "Rachel Shaw's Unedited Photos Exposed. Stunning!" "Rachel Shaw and Jake Webson—A Perfect Match." Rachel and Jake were the center of attention today due to several trending topics about them online. Rachel looked stunning today in her white couture dress, showcasing her beautiful back and cleavage. Her curly hair flowed gracefully behind her, adding to her charm.

She brought out her phone and started recording. "And what exactly do you think you're doing now?" Laura frowned, watching them bickering and laughing. Rachel was so serious she held her phone and connected it to a selfie stick. She was pressing some button on it until she finally brought it up close to her hand and smiled at the camera. Laura patiently watched what they were doing. She was going to start a live stream of the scene? It didn't make any sense to her. "Hello my fans," Rachel started to say."I have interesting news. You will not believe who I just saw here today. My brother's ex wife who tried to ruin him."

"How is the skill level of Rachel and Blueberry?" Coach Li’s expression turned grave. "To be honest, they’ve surprised me. Especially Rachel. I didn't think much of her at first, but her progress is staggering. She’s a high-potential driver with an incredible drive to win." Chloe had heard that Rachel was currently breaking into the entertainment industry under the title of "Haicheng’s #1 Socialite." With her beauty and the Zhao family’s backing, a win at the Grand Prix would skyrocket her fame. As for Blueberry, a spot in the finals would turn her into an overnight sensation.

Rachael gets angry and slaps Roe. "What is wrong with you?" Rachael yelled. "That bastard is taking everything from you and yet you are crying for him or you are making this up?"

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

She had suggested Rachel was angry for the attention she had gotten and Rachel had not. I'd never imagined Rachel wanted fame, but clearly I was wrong about that. She was everywhere these days pushing her music. Dylan had sent me an email two pages long with public appearances listed for Rachel's debut tour. "You are such an asshole!" I reeled back from her in shock. How could she think I was an asshole when she was the one forcing us into Hell? We would both have our wolves if it weren't for her insistence on a rejection! "I'm an asshole? You're the one who couldn't stop asking for a rejection!"