Real Americans Rachel Khong Novels & Stories

Him and Rachel are truly the same. TBC

There were more tents than I could count, each one crowded with so many young wolves each hoping for a chance to meet their mate. I looked up when I noticed several girls come over to sit in the chairs around me. They were all beautiful, much more beautiful than myself. They all looked like models straight out of a magazine, with the newest most fashionable dresses. Their hair and makeup looked to have been done by professionals. I felt so out of place. I stood to leave and get out of their way when one of the girls spoke up. ‘You are Fallon Thomas, right?” She asked. “Y-yes, how do you know my name?” I stammered nervously.

She quickly took Rachel’s pouch and she just opened Rachel’s phone very easily even with a password but she did not find joshua in Rachel 's WeChat number list so that she did took all the phone number of Rachel’s WeChat account and when Rachel came back from the bathroom, Karen immediately asked Rachel if Mr. rich guy had called and texted her on WeChat Rachel immediately smiled and nodded so Karen forced to ask her what is the name of Mr. rich guy So Rachel answered her . "Well, his name is joshua decker and yes, we have talked on WeChat and I was surprised that his name is Mr. dominant on WeChat". Karen smiled and finally she found out the name of the rich guy and she thought she no lon

“I’m not the enemy you think. My backstory isn’t just deep cover. It’s survival.” She stepped closer, boots clicking on concrete. Dive deep: Rachel Chen wasn’t born in Beijing. She was born Rachel Volkov—Alexei’s granddaughter through his legitimate daughter, a woman who’d defected to the West in the late ’80s. The “dissident parents” story was half-true; they were Alexei’s daughter and son-in-law, sent to establish a US cell. Rachel grew up in Queens under a fabricated identity, groomed from childhood to infiltrate law enforcement. The NYPD? A stepping stone. The FBI? The goal. Her partner’s death? Real—but orchestrated by Viktor to push her deeper into rage, to make her “morally gray” usef

Riana Rivera's POV My wolf Ashlely and my vampire self-Luciana had both completely shut me out in anger at me. I now felt so alone in a world full of up to 6 billion people. A month had passed and I now lived in an apartment that was located in the busy city of New York City as a human and lived on the money from one of my private bank accounts. For each day that went by for me without any of my mates I felt like I was having a heart attack and was dying slowly piece by piece.

Rachel walked into Khloe's office, holding some files for her. “Excuse me ma’am but…” she paused when she found her head dangling in a chair, sleeping. The position looked so weird to her. “What kind of ugly sleeping is this?” She asked disgustedly by the way her body was twitching as if she was struggling. “Maybe I should come back next time,” she said, turning to leave. “Mark…” Rachel stopped at the faint call. Khloe was sleeping talking…..

Chloe threw the question. "Hey! What are you saying? Don't you know Kimberly? I'm sure she's still intact. She's always the virgin Mary of our time." Anita giggled. "You can say that again. She's too naive and innocent. She'd say it's unholy to sleep with guys around." Chloe responded. "But not for us. I can't count the guys have slept with this year." Anita cackled. "Oops! Well, as for me, have slept with four guys this month and all have big d*cks. Kimberly is really missing something." Chloe pushed Kimberly a little.

And that made all the difference. The hunter had become the hunted. The dead woman was rising. And soon, everyone would know the truth. Rachel Hart had not died. She had simply changed forms. And she was coming for everyone who had betrayed her. Starting with Alice Chen. Tomorrow.

I had my pride. By evening, I curled up on the couch with my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. That’s when I saw it. A picture. Dominic and a young woman. As I looked closer, my stomach dropped. It was Rachel. They stood close together, him in a sharp suit, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She was beautiful, her smile warm, her eyes gleaming with admiration. The caption beneath the image read: Rachel and Dominic Khan spotted at a private charity event overseas last year. The ever-elusive CEO has always kept his personal affairs private, but sources say Rachel holds a special place in his life. Could she be the one?