Rachel Zegler Smile Novels & Stories

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

she drew the last part, a devious smile on her lips. Zack only smirked, not a glint of anger flashing across his face. Rather, he seemed more interested in the person in front of her. It has been a long time since they have talked, but today makes his day complete. At least, he would have something to think about tonight. "You mean Maya? You should know I like you a lot Rachael. She is just a pest," Rachael felt angry inwardly, but just kept staring at the fellow in front of him.

They were perfect and I was a whimsical. "Hey Arenza. It's good to see you again" Jake spoke and I smiled my usual creepy smile. "I would just have to get used to this smile won't I? " he said again as he chuckled . Rachael walked up behind him and smiled lightly. "I'm sorry about earlier. I know you only defended yourself because Shelly is a bitch. Did Zayn sound harsh " she asked and I sighed.

Ace muttered with a smile. "If moms mom hears that I'm totally gonna throw you under the bus" Rachel said heading into the kitchen to get some apples. "Well aren't you the nicest Celi, ” Yandel complimented following her into the kitchen. "Yes, I'm dear, and trust me you don't wanna see me when I'm being super nice, I puke rainbows and poop candies," Rachel slinged, dripping in sarcasm. "Well atleast your smile is pretty," Yandel added silently while taking a glass of water with no hint of play in his voice.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Zayn said in a pitiful tone, "Boss, are you abandoning your cutie?" Larissa muttered with clenched teeth, "Stop calling yourself a cutie. Rachel's here too. Why don't you go play with her?" Zayn shivered and said, "Forget about it, I'd rather team up with strangers than let Rachel's awful gaming skills hold me back. She is notorious for dragging down teammates, I even got reported last time!"

She was trapped, forced to put on a smiling face for the sake of appearances. A familiar figure approached her side. Rachel. With a smile that was all teeth and no warmth, Rachel slid into the seat next to Lila. “Mind if I join you?” Rachel purred, though it was clear she did not expect Lila to object. Lila tensed, her grip tightening around the glass she held. “Of course,” she replied, forcing a smile. Rachel looked around before leaning closer. “Such a lovely event, isn’t it? James really does know how to celebrate a win. He takes after his father, I guess.”

Rachel said through clenched teeth as she moved her brows up and down mischievously, she too didn't want Nate to read her lips. " Not hot enough to make me care," I say as I wore my cute glittery bag. " Burn, too bad he didn't hear that," she said hitting me playfully on my shoulder. She was just testing me, she already knew how much I hated Nate. Janelle one of Rachel's friends who talked to her only came and they started talking while I waited for them to finish. " Sup McClain!" Zach said to Nate and I turned just quick enough to find those sexy eyes of his on me. He quickly looked at Zach and they shook hands in some weird pattern.

You are losing the plot. “I know, but, look at this,” Rachel began showing me off her flexibility skills or the things cheerleaders do. She smiled all through, showing off how much she enjoyed doing it. I read her thoroughly, and this is the face of someone who loves what they do. “I am good, am I not?” she asked, panting hard as if almost out of breath. “Ehh…” I shrugged, not giving an appropriate answer. “At least I got a reaction.” She rushed to embrace me. “Thank you; nobody clapped for me when I did that.” I pushed her away as her warm heart touched my cold blooded self.

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.