Real Americans Rachel Khong Novels & Stories

I lay back against the pillow and pressed my palm flat to my sternum and felt the weight of everything I hadn't said sitting there, heavy and specific, the weight of a woman carrying a secret about her own face in a room full of people who deserved better from her. My phone lit up on the bedside table. I looked at the screen. A message from a number I didn't have saved. We need to talk. About your mother. About what she knew and when she knew it. This is not a threat. — R.H. I stared at the initials. R.H. Rachel Harrington.

“Nah. It’s her day off. She’ll probably come in anyway though.” Dr. Rachel Miller was a gifted surgeon who used to volunteer with Doctors Without Borders. Her selfless and giving nature was what led her to be at the wrong place at the wrong time while helping out at an Ethiopian refugee camp. A jihadist terrorist group exploded a magical bomb in the center of the camp, killing hundreds. Rachel was the only one to survive, awakening with the extraordinary ability to heal any diseases and injury. She headed up the Medical Division within the AHDF now and had actually been the one in charge of their care when they first arrived.

She was only smacked back to reality as the doors were closing and she rushed forward to press the button. Seething with anger, she clenched the phone tightly in her hand as she stroked into Rhett’s office causing the men to pause their discussion and look back at her. “I understand your feelings right now Miss Rachel but can you be more professional at work?” Optimist beseeched the angry-looking woman. Rhett was a long time tired of her drama hence her action this time didn’t eat a reaction from him as he only remained seated with a straight face. “Can you guys believe that the Rugers are hosting the foreign delegates today?!” she announced.

He could see how Rachel's fighting skills had improved drastically from before. To be honest, Kennedy was still very surprised. When his spies came with the news that Rachel was still alive and appeared in Pack Manowi's palace, he was in disbelief. So, Kennedy secretly came to check what was really going on. At first he was afraid to cross the border that was always surrounded by a magical shield, but unexpectedly the invisible wall had disappeared. Who knows what the reason was, but Kennedy was finally able to freely enter Pack Manowi. From there, he saw the figure of Rachel wearing a silk dress, looking very charming and mature. Rachel was walking quickly with her bodyguard, through the fo

she asked in an accusatory tone. “No!” Mika shouted defensively. “I’m just as surprised as all of you.” “Mika, no one knows real estate or construction around here like you do,” Rachel stated. “I swear. I didn’t know Scott was . . . well, who he is. I only got into real estate four years ago. By that time, Scott Kelly,” she said as she formed quotation marks with her fingers, “had already dropped out of sight. I couldn’t even find a F******k page with him on it.”

Rachael’s POV I dressed carefully, choosing simple clothes that wouldn't draw attention. Black pants. Gray sweater. My hair pulled back in a practical braid. The Continental Council representatives would arrive within the hour. My hands trembled as I fastened the clasp on my necklace—the one piece of jewelry I'd kept from my old life. I forced them steady. I'd survived Christopher. Survived the siege. I could survive questions. A knock at the door. Kelvin entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs of coffee.

Rapheal said to her. "Sir, I'm here to work. But instead I'm on vacation in this city," protested Rachel, who did not receive a blind salary. "You can't work here without krnowing about the culture of the South Koreans themselves. So now your job is to learm all about South Korean culture with Samantha" Rapheal excused his wife to make her innocent while enjoying her vacation in Kinsland. Stanley verbally informs about Rachel status as a special assistant to Rapheal in Korean so that Samantha finds out about Rachel identity and gives cash to Samantha.

The only person not in a jovial mood was the guest of honor. Rachel slowly made her way through the crowd of well-wishers and finally reached her bathroom. She immediately soaked a washcloth with cold water and scrubbed the television make-up off her face. She heard someone knock at the door, and when she opened it, Karen was standing there with two glasses of champagne, one of which she handed to Rachel, who tried to decline. “Karen, when did you get back to New York and why are you wearing my favorite John Henry shirt?”

For someone like Aron, ten million wasn’t much—but living together, that was the key point. Damn, that guy was playing it smooth. Kendrick laughed. “No wonder he called me earlier. Normally, he would’ve used this chance to reach out to Anna.” Jax even cracked a rare smile. “He stood around for a bit earlier but left before Madam finished her performance. I don’t think he’ll bother her again—at least for now.” “Good. If he really backs off, I should thank that girl.” Jax nodded. “Her name is Rachel. Last name Wang—it’s her adoptive family’s name. She was sold to a mountain village as a child.”

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?