Novel & Cerita The Great Library Rachel Caine

I moved without purpose, my body carrying me on instinct alone. A cigarette rested between my fingers, smoke trailing lazily through the air. I didn’t realise where I was headed until I stopped. The library. Warm light spilt from within. Rachel stood by one of the shelves, on the tips of her toes as she reached for a book. Her expression was soft, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in days. She froze when she sensed me. Turning slowly, her eyes met mine. “Oh,” she said quietly. Something in my chest shifted.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

He winked and left. Rachel's annoyed expression couldn't be hidden behind her expressionless face. She made faces and blew a flying kick toward Vincenzo. After he left, she quickly entered his office and began her search. The table drawers, almirah, shelves, nothing went out of inspection but she didn't find any. The last piece was the library shelf which was full of business files and some novels. "No, I need to give it a try. What if this rack has some secrets?" She thought and started searching through the files.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned quiet. Rachel furrowed her brow and turned to stare at Gwen with a look of disbelief. Rachel was a doctor who specialized in the treatment of comatose patients, so she had seen plenty during her time and was thus always able to keep calm even in stressful situations. To be frank, Rachel's first impression of Gwen had not been a good one. Rachel remembered the numerous times Gwen had tried to escape from Luke while in Merchant City. Not only that, but she even witnessed Gwen trying to persuade Kate to help her take care of Luke after she was gone.

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

It had helped her cope with the loss of her family, and it appeared to be a safe haven for her as she struggled with her current dilemma. Rhianna hadn't realised just how much she'd missed her sanctuary until she'd seen Anakatrine's library. It was only then she'd realised that she shared the same love of books as the vampire Queen. Anakatrine had owned an extensive library. Rhianna had chosen to open a bookstore when she'd first lost Rafe. The synchronicity wasn't lost on her, nor was the feeling that a sense of closure hung in the air. She didn't want to think of that at the moment though, and was glad when her friend spoke. "I couldn't sleep," Ashleigh sighed, running a hand through her w

She hurriedly said and brought out one of the clothes changing the topic. Lucas decided not to probe further.”Thanks, mom. I really appreciate” He said instead. ============================ [THE DALTON’S HOME] Rachel is in her room reading. She is seated on a chair and a study table was in front of her. Her phone beeped but she chooses to ignore it. Her phone was on her bed and a bit far from where she is and she is lazy to get up to put her phone on silent. She continued reading anyways. Her phone started ringing and she groaned.

God, I need some fresh air and maybe liquor. At times like this I miss Rachel even more than I wanted to, she was the best, and even without any professional experience and background in food. The flavor profile of her dishes, the aroma, and the way she presented each and every creation of hers with so much attention and detail. I miss her cooking more than I want to accept it. Even with years of work and learning, I can't compare with Rachel. It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me.

RACHEL She had hesitated. I knew she had some medical skills. After all, she was the one who had checked Ruby and said she was fine. Additionally, she was the one who often spoke about pursuing further studies to become a doctor, as she wasn't particularly interested in fighting, despite being able to defend herself quite well. She'd use her skills to save people. Yet, she said nothing until she knew the mission would be cancelled. I wondered if the cancellation was far more important than her friend. She could still be furious, but this situation was dire, and I didn't know she'd feel that much reluctance. I sagged into Elijah as I suddenly felt the strength leaving my body.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”