Real Americans Rachel Khong Novels & Stories

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

I see she’s added her customer smiley face in jelly on the plate. “Let me ask you something, Rachel. And this is just a hypothetical, but if you were in love with a guy, but you knew that him getting involved with you would be bad for him, would you pursue him? Or would you make the right decision and push him away?” Rachel, who is the pinnacle of sweet, working-class women in America, bites her lip as she looks up and ponders at the ceiling. “Well, gosh! That’s a good question. How hot is he on a one-to-ten scale?”

Reaching out a hand she patted Rachel's head earning herself an indignant hmph. "I'm not a child." Rachel huffed pouting. "Of course you aren't." Elaina giggled ruffling Rachel's hair. "Come we need to prepare for Rathial's arrival, I can feel him approaching." Giving Elaina a questioning look Rachel turned and motioned for her men to follow her. It seemed that even though Rachel was part of the Eastern brethren, it did not mean that she was capable of fighting. Making a mental note to ask Chase the reason later Elaina hurried towards camp as she continued to feel her target approaching.

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.”

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

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.

“As long as he’s good at putting it into the right box,” “You’re disgusting!” Rachel laughed, glad to finally be able to share her thoughts with her girlfriend in person. Rachel turned around to refill her glass. “He’s really very nice. He’s funny and warm, and sexy, “and...my God, he’s ON TELEVISION! Quick, Karen unmute it,” Karen grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “That is what the United States Postal Service is most proud of and I hope that after today, you will all have a new appreciation of the job we do. Thank you,”

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?

I hissed “You’re hurting me.” I released her immediately like I’d been burned. Rachel rubbed her wrist slowly, then laughed quietly. “There it is.” “What?” “That look.” Her eyes hardened. “The same one men always get when they realize they’re losing control.” Anger flared inside me instantly. “You know nothing about me.” “I know enough.” My breathing became uneven. This couldn’t happen. Rachel circled me slowly while speaking. “Does your wife know about Thailand?”