Rachel Storm Novels & Stories

She gradually forgets the clingy part of her at some point which was a plus for me but then she’s very loud and obnoxious. “Are you having fun, babe?” Rachel asked, she was standing in front holding the microphone as she waited for the intro of the song that she picked. “I am having so much fun,” I replied. “This song is for you,” She pointed right at me. “My favorite person in the whole wide world!” She uttered as the microphone echoed sharply that it almost made us all deaf. “Shot to the heart and you’re to blame, darling you give love a ban name!” Rachel began singing and it was a total wreckage. Her energy matched the songs’ high energy and she was like having a spasm in front.

“Stop it, Storm. It’s my fault. Don’t blame Rachelle." “Didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t tend here?” I could sense that Alpha Storm calmed down and his voice became fondness but I could still feel the dagger darting on me. Like he was telling me that we’re going to talk after their talk. I mentally rolled my eyes. “Just want to see how Rachelle trained our men to pack members. I am so amazed by her. She’s so cool! And I even asked her to challenge me by using sword sparring. You know well, I’m good at it,” she said beamingly.

I wanted them to listen to me too since she lived under my roof; not once had I seen any bad action from her. Rayne was always calm, no matter how bad the circumstances were, she was always calm and her calmness scared the crap out of me. How did she manage to stay calm through all that she had been through? How did she not breakdown? Her life resembled a volcanic storm, yet she was serene. I imagined her to be like a tornado, not a soft breeze, as light as a feather that drifts through the cool autumn air.

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha

KALE’S POV When you look into the night sky, there are numerous stars in the sky. Without a map, or prior Astronomy knowledge, you can’t really tell one from the other. Mr. Davis refers to Raine McClaren as a star. He was wrong. She was the moon in a sea of stars. In the middle of a crowded room, everyone dressed to leave an impression, you can find her. Her energy is the biggest. She shines the brightest. In mid conversation with Mr. Davis and some of his other colleagues, talking about golf of all things, caught my attention.

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.

“She’s just a girl who’s been caught in a storm she didn’t create. And whether you like it or not, you’ve been cold. so cold she doesn’t even know how to breathe around you. She walks like she’s trespassing in your home. But regardless she didn’t ignore you at the bar, she brought you home safely and made the attempt to take you to the hospital. Your harsh behavior towards her, You think that’s right?” “She shouldn’t feel comfortable. I’m not nice,” I said flatly, leaning back on my chair. “Damian!” she snapped. Her eyes locked on mine, and for once she looked dead serious. “You need to stop pushing people away. You keep acting like nothing matters, but Rachel isn’t like the others you’ve pu

"And who are you to dictate what I can say?" Rachel straightened to her full height. "Rachel Woods, heiress to the Woods Auto Repair territory and enterprises. And if tomorrow you find out Isabella isn't your daughter, I wonder how your wolf will change its tune." Mike stepped forward, defensive. "What would you know about our family?" "I know enough," Rachel countered coldly. "And should Caleb be harmed in any way by this procedure, I will dissolve all territory agreements and partnerships between my family pack and the Stone Pack immediately."

“A girl at one of my auditions mentioned it when I told her my roommate was going to be working for him. Said it’s like an open secret or whatever.” “Why didn’t you tell me!?” Again, she shrugs. “I didn’t want to discourage you.” “Holy shit, Rachel,” Mel says, shaking her head. “You could have at least warned the girl.” “Right?!” I sigh with a laugh. Rachel is an aspiring actress who faces rejection on a daily basis, so I guess she’s more used to it than I am. “Annnnnyway,” Mel says as she drags me into the kitchen. “A celebration shot for our victorious girlfriend!”

Blaire had been his anchor during this storm, always reassuring him with her quiet strength and unwavering belief in him. On a cloudy afternoon, as Damien sat at the small desk in their apartment, staring at yet another rejection email, his phone buzzed. It was Rachel. “Can we meet?” she asked, her voice low and cautious. “Somewhere quiet.” Damien was surprised but agreed. Rachel gave him the location of a small park on the edge of the city, far from the prying eyes of their father’s spies. When Damien arrived, he spotted Rachel sitting on a bench under a sprawling oak tree. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie and a long skirt, a scarf wrapped around her head to shield her identity. She g