Rachel Weaver: Books Novels & Stories

Rachel had never held my lover in great esteem. She had been the one who had formulated a plan to help me flee from him too. She sensed that I was perturbed even though I had initially pretended to be happy. * Rachel was an environmentalist now and very well renowned for her views and her work in saving the rain forests. But she made time to talk to me, to look at the children and generally made me feel good. “How is your macho husband?” Rachel had asked me earlier that day as she prepared to board the flight to Oslo where she was making a presentation. She was at the airport, flying out of South Africa but she had not wanted to miss our daily conversations.

A collection of classic children's books from Rachel — Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "These were my favorites," Rachel said quietly. Emma hugged her. "She's going to love them." Rachel pulled back. "I hope so." "She will. Because they're from you." --- At 3:00 PM, Emma sat down to rest. Her feet were swollen. Her back ached. The baby was kicking — not hard, but insistent, like she was trying to tell Emma something. "You're doing too much," Nick said, sitting beside her. "I'm sitting."

Rachel asked and closed the locker door shut quickly before any book decided that it did not want to squeeze in with the others. Audrey curled a strand on her finger before she pulled herself away from the wall and walked alongside her best friend who was a business administration student in the same university as her. “I went to the Book Café to pick up some books and enjoy a mug of my favorite Black Beauty," Audrey replied. "Wow, that’s amazing ! But I missed it," Rachel pouted. "It wasn't all that amazing !" Audrey muttered under her breath and Rachel clearly heard it. "Why, what happened ?" Rachel asked intrigued.

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

How could she ever compare to Rachel? Waverly let out a bitter laugh in her heart. Gideon said, "Let me introduce you. These are my younger cousin, Qyra Snow, and my friend, Waverly Tate." "I already know them." Rachel stepped forward to greet them warmly. The group entered the place, and Gideon said to Rachel, "You're welcome to come here any time." Rachel smiled. "I've been looking for a perfect spot to relax in my spare time. Beaker Island is just what I needed.

“Um ok, you really are amazing.” “I am, it’s part of the charm.” “Favourite author then?” “V.E. Schwab her fantasy writing is fucking out of this world amazing.” “Addie LaRue was spectacular.” “Yes it was, ok who’s your favourite author?” I ask then. “Colleen Hoover, she has me crying for days. Ugly Love had me staring at the wall at 3am. November 9 had me in tears and Verity I was just so fucking shocked by that book I didn’t know what to do.”