Rachel Yoder: Books Novels & Stories

"Why would you need to discuss something as miniscule as that with Mr. Anderson Senior in the first place?" "You'll know the reason once you see what the gift is!" Rachel suddenly appeared next to Yvonne and snatched the folder out of her hands. She then opened the folder and withdrew the documents within to take a good look at them. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw slackened on the spot. "I … I take back what I said about Stephen …" Rachel gulped, still reeling from the shock. "He's definitely the most amazing man in this world!" Yvonne was rendered speechless. At the same time, her curiosity was piqued even more.

And you are doing quite well in the Science department," Andrew smiled. Rachael continued checking the books, as she was beginning to fall in love with the books, especially the front book covers. "I type, edit my book, make the book covers, and also print them out in hard copies. No one, not even my mum or stepdad knows I write. This room is usually locked, and I only write from Mondays till Friday, when my stepdad is not around," Rachael nodded in admiration. She noticed the titles of all the books, but was caught off guard with two particular titles which were: ' SAME-SEX ATTRACTIONS, and WALLOW IN IT'. She knew in her heart, that it was the right thing to do.

RACHEL Brushed in with a line of violet and ash. River whispered, “It’s the only place she was allowed to rise.” I glanced at them. “No,” I said. “She rose in you.” Melinda’s POV The next morning, River came into the kitchen holding two books. Mine — the memoir. And Rachel’s old poetry journal — the one I’d kept tucked away for years. They placed both on the table. “I think I want to make something.” “Out of those?” “No. Out of what’s missing between them.” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

It was dawn and the sun’s ray casted long shadows across the ancient books scattered on the table. Rachel sat among them with her hands moving methodically as she flipped through pages and her brow was furrowed in concentration. The weight of the pack’s survival, of Gilly’s fate, and of Zone’s worsening condition, seemed to press down on all of us, but Rachel carried it with quiet determination. I stood near the door, pacing as I waited for her to find something—anything—that could guide us.

Even though Rachel knew her roommate was still in Europe, she would have liked to have shared her success with her best friend, even if it were only by telephone, ten thousand miles across the ocean. Rachel poured herself a cup of coffee and turned on her computer. She typed some notes from the answering service, returned her e-mail, checked the ranking of her book on A****n and when, over two hours later, she had exhausted all attempts at further procrastination, she exited from the Internet and opened the file Guilty Pleasures.

She was going to wait a few more days before giving Lily another dose but today it was better to leave the pack’s territory and look for the magical books in the library. She packed her things up and then walked out of the lodge and headed straight to the entrance of the territory but while she was walking towards the territory someone stumbled into her and Levy couldn’t help but frown as she looked at the person in front of her. Rachel turned to look at Levy, her frown matching Levy’s. “ So, you are still here?” “ And you are still roaming naked? I thought that you might have worn some clothes by now.” Levy shot back, for some reason Rachel was dressed even more obnoxiously than the last ti

I did not want her looking too closely at my recent research topics. Rachel stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the cramped space. She picked one book up from the floor before I could reach it. She read the cover out loud. "Advanced Cellular Mutation," she read. She looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Oh, you are still into science stuff?" I nodded stiffly. "Yes." I walked up to her, politely collected the textbook from her hand, and kept it securely tucked under my arm. "That is interesting," she replied, completely unbothered by my rigid posture.

I blinked rapidly, my vision blurring with pain and cold. “Wake up, freak,” the guard barked. I coughed and twisted, my body screaming in protest as I curled into myself. Every part of me burned—my cheek, my chest, my knees. My hunger gnawed at me worse now, turning into something almost animal. “Get up,” Kelly ordered. “Or you’ll regret it.” I laughed. It was a broken sound, dry and cracked. “I already do.” She knelt beside me again, this time her smile was gone. “Do you know what happens to wolves who refuse to obey, Rachael?” she whispered, her voice smooth as poison. “They get put down.”