Rachel Zegler Smile の小説・ストーリー

" His eyes trailed all over her figure. She liked what she saw there.. in his eyes. Rachel raised her brows. "Says the guy who contributed to making my freshman year Hades on earth. You really don't have to play the good, 'gorgeously evil-but-doesn't-know-it' guy." She sipped from her bottle, awaiting his response. His laughter was deep and rich, and his thick dimples complimented it. Zach approached them from behind with a brunette by his side. He hugged Rachel, surprising her a great deal. "Good to see you beautiful!! I'll see you around."

she added with a wink. Rachel’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?! I’m in!” she squealed. She grabbed her phone and typed hurriedly, fingers flying across the screen to cancel her meeting with Trey Cole. Everything about beauty, luxury, and glamor always worked like magic to lift Rachel Clarke’s spirits. She practically skipped into her room to grab her essentials before they headed out.

Jabal smiled at Rachel. “Maybe.....I feel kind of nervous tho” Quinn appeared in front of them facing Rachel and glaring at her. “You really think you would get the female lead” “Jeez! don’t you think always showing up in front of me is stupid” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Wha...What!, I am getting the female lead whether you like it or not. You can’t just come from nowhere to take my spot” “Get out of my way. you are spitting your saliva on me” Rachel said and Quinn gasped.

“What if I have something important to be here for? I came to write a chapter of your destiny and mine. Maybe we all might remember this day for the rest of our lives.” She looked at Cecelia as she spoke and she sees that, the palm print on her face was still visible. Her words make Cecelia furious and she moves towards her, but Rachel steps forward to block her sight before she could say anything. Rachel looks at Alexia and smiles gently and then she says to her. “Miss Alexia, what can we do for you?” No one would be angry when the person is speaking to a smiling person. And so, looking at her smiling face, Alexia couldn’t get mad with a smile like that. She smiled back at her and responds,

“Who’s making you smile like that? Cayden?” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Shut up.” She smiled knowingly. “Okay, if you say so. But I can’t congratulate you enough about your new position.” My cheeks heated up. “Thanks, Rachel.”

Hazel said with a smile. "All right." Rabi nodded obediently, opened his mouth, and let Hazel feed the vegetables into it. "Does it taste good?" Hazel asked with a smile. "Yes." Rabi nodded vigorously. "I want more." "Okay, let's have porridge and some vegetables." Zac looked at them, with a charming smile on his face. Leila felt uncomfortable in her heart. He was not the kind of person who likes to laugh. Before, he seldom laughed. He always wore an expressionless poker face. But since he knew Hazel, he often wore a smile on his face, as if she was the sunshine, melting his iceberg. After she left, his smile was taken away. No matter what she tried, she could not make him happy. Now, she wa

And she had also presented a paper before the august assembly of academicians and I was proud of her although she had played down her achievement in her usual flippant way. I threw my arms around her and she hugged me enthusiastically. Rachel was a big-boned woman with short-cropped blonde hair and a wide smile, her huge glasses balanced on her small pert nose. She still had a smattering of freckles on her nose and I squealed as she hugged me again, a bone-breaking hug. ‘Girl, you look as young as ever’ she shouted, her booming voice as authoritative and strong as ever. ‘Rachel!’ I cried, even as she continued,

She struggled to stand up straight from his arms and smiled brightly at him: "Yeah, I feel like I'm too talented, so why don't you just sign me to your MK?" The woman's pale smile was particularly dazzling. James Smith felt that this woman's acting was really good, she was pretending, but she was pretending to be the real thing. If he hadn't already understood her vicious heart, he would have been deceived by her fake face. She sees the man looking at her with more and more cold eyes, more and more disgust and contempt. Rachel West twitched her lips. She resisted the discomfort in her body and smiled deliberately at him: "Strange, why are you here? Did you stay outside my door all night?"

I uttered and Rachel just smiled as if she’d accomplished something big. “I got carried away too,” She spat in response.

Rachel whispered, her smile turning sad on me. "No I'm not," I agreed, beaming at her until she was smiling happily again and we were off laughing once more. Rachel moved to stand up and I helped her until she was on her feet. She pushed her shoes off to join mine under the coffee table and then waited a moment before seeming to make a decision. She moved her hair off her neck and gestured to the zipper there, asking, "Could you get this?"