Raquel Schreiber Novels & Stories

Adrian clenched his fist slightly as his gaze turned ice cold. He swore, “I’ll get to the bottom of this… I’m going to find out who it was that put him in this bed.” After taking a deep breath, Samantha lamented, “I never thought he’d end up like this… He’s such a nice man and has done nothing to deserve this.” At that moment, Raquel Zayn, the battle warrior from Serpenshire, walked in with a few of her men. She was the only woman among the top ten strongest battle warriors and was only twenty-nine years old.

Raquel asked and brought out a knife from her coat, she quickly looked around. “Who are you?!!!” Raquel screamed like a psychopath. "I'm someone who knows Eva Silverstone better than you do"

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

She even claims she never even touched her elderly husband. Lastly, there is Raquel, the youngest among us at twenty, but the most professional in her thinking and actions. She excels in marketing, statistics, politics, and even stock markets, handling everything herself without the need for an accountant. Among us five, she is also the most frugal. Her main goal is to travel the world without spending her own money. We often joke with her to just marry a ship or plane captain to solve her around the world trip. "Come here, Van!" I returned to the group. Georgina pulled me and made me sit with them. Paris handed me a canned beer. Raquel and Romary teased me, noticing I seemed jealous earlier

“Not really. I just don’t see the point in giving up home comforts to sleep in the woods with no electricity. We’re all like migrating ducks out here.” The woman laughed. “You’re funny. I’m Raquel, by the way. That guy over there gathering sticks—that’s my boyfriend Shaun.” “Oh! Well that’s funny, I don’t even know most of your names yet. I just know Josh, Yel, Carl... and the redhead.” “Haha, you’ll meet the rest soon. The redhead is Angelica.” Amara hesitated. “Right... uh, I know this probably isn’t my business, but... are Angelica and my boss, like... a thing?”

The displeasure is noticeable in her round expressive eyes. "Ahh. Go ahead, Wright. I'll wait for you, alright?" "I'll think about it." Wright put his arm around me. She nodded. “Okay.” “Should we play some more?” Leon asked. “I’m tired. I’m going home.” Raquel said as she walked towards her bag and put it on her shoulder. When Raquel left the room, I turned to Wright. "What was she saying? 'I'll wait for you, what was that for? I'll make her swallow my shoes with three inches heels!" I said, pissed.

With a final disdainful glance, she abandoned them, leading her guests into the house. Sinclair slipped a hand under Karen’s elbow, managing at the same time to caress the side of her breast. ‘I expect you’re finding this weird,’ he said quietly. ‘Look at it this way. Raquel and women like her provide a harmless outlet for the cravings of certain men. In real life they’re probably solid, stable, respectable chaps who love their wives, their children and the world they’ve carved out for themselves. They’re usually men who wield power in their daily lives and who like to relax by being controlled and manipulated by someone else.’

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

The Devil had brought a wife. We hadn't even made it past the first marble column when the air changed. A woman cut through the crowd like a blade. She was tall, lethal, gorgeous in a backless black dress that showed off toned arms and the faint scar along her collarbone. Dark hair tumbled down her back, red lips curved in a smile that promised pain. Raquel Vargas. My ex-fiancée. The one I'd left standing at the altar two months ago after a misunderstanding that she clearly wasn't aware of.