Rachel Zane Novels & Stories

I asked her with a confusing laugh. She took a contemplating breath before answering, “Because I don’t want anyone to notice me, especially Ronan. You know how they are right?” she said with a look of horror on her face. I hate seeing her like this. She is terrified of that vile person. Ronan Pierce, is Zane’s best friend and he torments my best friend for his own sick kick. He is a complete psychopath and most of the students stay away from him in the school. “Ugh, don’t remind me of that psycho. I swear he is the first person I am going to kill to crack up my wolf side,” I promised her in all seriousness but she laughed it off as if I were joking.

Roslyn settled into her favorite armchair, laptop open, and connected the video call. Chris's face appeared on screen, followed by Rachael's bright smile. "Hey, beautiful!" Chris said. Roslyn smiled back. "Hey, guys! Congratulations again, Rachael." Rachael's eyes sparkled. "Thanks, Roslyn! We're thrilled." Just then, Zane toddled into the room, curiosity etched on his face. Rachael squealed. "Oh, is that Zane? Can I see him?"

I was still in shock for the next few seconds before my head finally came back and I rushed towards my computer to check the latest news. ' Popular actress, Lana Fareham who's last name recently changed to Andrews has been confirmed dead this morning and most potential suspect, Ms Rachel Andrews, Ms Lana's biological parents foster daughter who so happens to have co-stared with the late actress in the upcoming movie, Snow Fall Love ' Lana was dead and Rachel was in prison for it?

“Still clinging to your humanity, I see. How... pathetic.” Kaelan didn’t flinch, his stance unyielding. “I’m not here for your games, Zane. Let her go.” A mocking grin spread across Zane’s face. “Let her go? Oh, Kaelan, you’ve got it all wrong. She’s not a prisoner. She’s the prize. The key to everything.” He tilted his head toward Rhea, his gaze raking over her like she was nothing more than a pawn on his board. “And you’ve done all the work for me, haven’t you? Bringing her here, awakening the bond. It’s almost poetic.”

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

She answered, "It's nothing, Zane. I was just telling Mrs. Charleston not to trick you with Mrs. Wade's lies and annoy you for no reason." "I knew it was just some tall tale Raina intentionally came up with. She's just too upset with me. It's no big deal. After all, I'll be sending you away," Zane said. His eyes swept indifferently over Moira's belly, but he didn't notice the stiffness in her smile. A rare smile graced Zane's face when he mentioned me. However, I felt yet another painful prick in my heart. "I'm already dead, Zane. You can't see me, but I'm right here in front of you," I said.

It meant more than words could express. “Fine! Rachel!” Zander called out to one of the most skilled female warrior trainers. Rachel stepped forward promptly. “Yes, Alpha!” she responded, bowing slightly in respect. She was a brunette with a well-built, toned physique. Her six-pack abs were prominently visible under her cropped tank top, and her leggings accentuated her strong, sculpted legs. “You take the lead and train the females for today. I will personally oversee the training and provide my input,” Zander commanded with authority.

She looks at me, as someone calls for me. “Luna Izzy.” I look up and see Zaden walking towards me with a smile on his face. A girl is at his side. She looks my age, maybe a year or so older. Her brown hair is matted, her clothes torn in tatters barely covering her body. They stop in front of me and Zaden bows his head. “Luna Izzy, this is my mate Rachel, and this is my sister…” he stops talking looking around for her. He spots her somewhere in the crowd, and calls to her. “Rosie, come here for a second. I want you to meet Luna Izzy.”

I set my fork down, pushing the plate slightly aside, and flipped open the folder. Her name stared back at me. Rachel Hart. Age, qualifications, scraps of experiences that didn’t amount to much except one thing. Catering. The word was highlighted in bold on a résumé that had probably been printed and folded too many times. I read between the lines. Desperation. Persistence. A woman who didn’t have many doors left to knock on. I leaned back in my chair, eyes flicking briefly to her. She watched me with something between fear and hope, her fingers twisting together nervously.

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.