Rachel Zegler Smile Novels & Stories

“Am I, though? Because last week, you were sighing over spreadsheets. And now you’re smiling at the air. What changed, huh? Something you want to share?” “Nothing changed,” I said too quickly, reaching for my coffee cup to hide my face. “It’s Monday. New week, new energy.” Rachel snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.” I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. “Just drink your coffee, Rachel.” But her teasing grin stayed all morning. Every time she caught me smiling at my screen or zoning out, she’d make an exaggerated heart shape with her fingers, making me throw paperclips at her.

A faint smile rested on her lips, subtle enough to appear natural, rehearsed just enough to avoid suspicion. Smithfield watched her immediately. Rachel met his gaze and held it. One of the guards positioned behind her, hand resting near her arm, ready to control her movement if needed. Smithfield walked forward slowly. Rachel did not step back. He stopped in front of her and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Smithfield tilted his head slightly. “You’ve made your decision?” he asked. Rachel’s smile deepened just slightly. “Yes,” she said softly. Smithfield studied her again, slower this time, as though trying to read the space between her words.

Sophie leaned against the windowsill, watching droplets streak down the glass. Behind her, Alexander played soft guitar—badly, off-key, charming. “I’m happy,” she whispered. He stopped playing. “What did you say?” She turned around. “I said I’m happy.” Alexander smiled. “So am I.” Rachel sat in a Zurich café, reading validator entries in the public archive. She hadn’t planned to message anyone. But she sent Camellia one quiet line: “You did more than build a system. You taught it how to feel.”

Kristen smiled and pulled her close, her fingers still lightly stroking Rachel’s side. “You’re going to be trouble.” Rachel laughed. “Good. I’m done being good.”

Sinfully gorgeous, as ever. “Gabrielle,”Rachel smiled.”You know,people will take you more seriously,if you didn’t dress like a hooker.” The Angel Of Death smiled,revealing perfect white teeth. “Rachel Murray…good to see you too,old friend.”

Hope you're good’ A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could send back a text, Rachel descended the stairs in all her glory. She wore a strapless red silk gown that stopped just above her knees, with a slit running high up on her right thigh. Chloe gave a little amused laugh. “I knew you had other plans.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I might have a date.” “Date? I thought you broke up with Drake?” “Oh not Drake,” said Rachel as she walked down the stairs. “It's some guy I met on Tinder.”

Just as Rachel's palm was about to land on Howard's face, Jim's hand shot out to grab her wrist. Rachel was shaking with fury. Usually calm and easygoing, she was ready to strike. It was like every sharp edge she had was suddenly out in full force. Jim looked at her and said, "Rachel, calm down. Mr. Ziegler was just joking." Rachel's eyes were bloodshot, and her lips trembled with fury. She shot Jim a sharp glance. "Joke or not, I won't let anyone insult my mother."

Rachel smiled genuinely despite the tears in her eyes. Zack hugged Rachel's knees as he continued to sob and cry. "This will be for our good and this is the only way I can think to salvage whatever we have. This hurt so much...but I cannot force you into something I know would make you suffer...You are in your difficult times and I know I am not the one you needed to help you" Rachel painfully whispered and let go of Zack's shoulder. "Goodbye for now Zack...let me heal first...so I can be a friend to you... Thank you so much for the love...I honestly felt how important I am to you...but maybe it's still not enough..." Rachel smiled sadly while still crying.

His gaze softened when he saw Rachel wipe the tears from her face. "Are you alright?" "What would happen to me, huh?” Rachel smiled gently patting his hand tightly grasping my bicep as I felt the sting. "I like talking to your wife. She's a good listener." "She’s a good screamer too," Killian scoffed eyeing me up. I swallowed hard as his grip over my bicep losened, my eyes snapped at Rachel as she chuckled. A small faint, barely noticeable smile teased the corners of Killian’s mouth at Rachel’s laughter.

I asked, propping myself up on one elbow and smirking at her. "Loads," Rachel said, kicking off her shoes with practiced ease. "Let's just say that I feel...renewed to start the week. How was your marathon date with Mr. Smug?" A laugh escaped me. "Same." The words lingered between us, heavy with the unspoken details of passion. Rachel flashed me an evil grin and a thumb up as she changed into her pajamas too. "What are your plans for today?" I asked, hoping she’d suggest someone to take me away from my duties.