Real Americans Rachel Khong Novels & Stories

Kahl replied to his inquiry. “Ah, yes. Her name is Rachel Dockham. You are right. She is one of the refugees that had escaped from the war in Afghan.” ‘Rachel, what a beautiful name.’ He thought, her face flashing in front of his mind. He’s right. It was really her on the news. She was crying when the camera focused on her and why she was following the body bag on the stretcher. It said that it was an elderly woman. Could that be her mother?

Yandel imagined her mesmerizing face as he smirked. "I'm technically American, Yandel," Rachel reminded him, rolling her eyes. Enough of the stereotypes and fetishism. She has always been a plain white American woman till she took over a hot woman's body and now, that's all people see, her race. "Denying your forefathers now, are we?" "Sticking your nose in my business now, are we?" Rachel replied. "You called me," "You picked up," "So, I was supposed to let it ring out then?"

That was my proud moments today, if not the only one. " Rachel, bro how much do you know about her?" Hannah suddenly asked making me return my gaze back to her. She had asked me this question countless times back when she and Rachel were in England... Or was it Europe? This things confused me. A military general, who was one of the top under thirty billionaire in the whole continent if not the entire world was confused between a country and a continent... That was highly laughable. " Not again Ana, don't you dare start this again." I warned Hannah narrowing my eyes at her. " How many times do I have to reassure you that Rachel and your ex husband are two different people? Rachel is nothing l

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

Anyways I've noticed Rachel has been acting funny lately but I can't quite figure it out but I think I have a idea about what it is and since Wes is at work I figured when she comes with us her ass can get checked out too. "Okay everyone it's time to go" I hear Kia yell out as we all make our way out to the cars. I dragged Rachel to sit in the back with me while my knuckleheads sat up front. Twenty minutes later we pull into the parking lot all of us excited about what the doctor will tell us. We couldn't get Kia's doctor from Hawaii cause she's in Hawaii but her practice is large and she has multiple branches all over. So we got scheduled to see her colleague, Dr. Atkins.

We leave that horrid family behind us and my body loosens up a bit, Goddess I hate them. Our minister of foreign relations is already inching closer to us. "Your Highness! What a lovely union and what a wonderful woman you have by your side! Nikki, it's so nice to meet you. I am Rachelle Smeets, minister of foreign relations and this chubby fella right next to me is Reduan Majjib, minister of trade." The curvy redhead smile from ear to ear, shaking our hands and dragging her mate along with her.

"How is the skill level of Rachel and Blueberry?" Coach Li’s expression turned grave. "To be honest, they’ve surprised me. Especially Rachel. I didn't think much of her at first, but her progress is staggering. She’s a high-potential driver with an incredible drive to win." Chloe had heard that Rachel was currently breaking into the entertainment industry under the title of "Haicheng’s #1 Socialite." With her beauty and the Zhao family’s backing, a win at the Grand Prix would skyrocket her fame. As for Blueberry, a spot in the finals would turn her into an overnight sensation.

"Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance." Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African – most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. "You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall."

"Five hundred thousand women. Forty-five countries. Those numbers will keep growing because Rachel will make them grow. Because the staff here tonight will keep doing the work. Because donors will keep funding it. Because the need doesn't stop and neither do we." "Ten years ago I didn't know who I was. I know now. I'm Aria Ashford Rhodes. I'm a mother and a wife and a writer and an advocate and a daughter and a cousin. I'm someone who was made small and chose to become large. I'm someone whose pain was real and whose healing was also real. I'm someone who built something that outlasted the thing that tried to destroy her." I looked at Grace. "My daughter is eight years old. She read my memoi

A few seconds later, Kiara was still staring at her with her lips sealed to say a word; the young lady tried to comprehend the mute sadness of sister Mary. The heavy feeling of her constant gaze rose to a panic in the old lady and she licked her lips, looking here and there. To avoid any possible questionnaire from Kiara, she drifted her eyes to Rachel and asked politely, “So, what do you do, child?” Her lips twitched into a hesitant smile. Rachel smiled in response before answering. “I’m a head accountant at an organic product-based company, Ally Natures.” Her reply made the lady smile back at her with a positive nod.