The Strange Case Of Rachel K นิยาย & เรื่องราว

23. Ethan. The brakes screeched to a halt inside the castle's walls. Medical practitioners were already on standby with three stretchers when I carried Rachael out of the car. "My lord! Are you hurt? My lord! Anything wrong?" A health worker asked as I placed Rachael on a stretcher. "I'm fine, she's the one that needs help." I pointed back at Sarah, who was limping out of the car. Her regeneration was happening slowly and she looked in worse shape. Their driver was in even worse shape, between life and death.

I nodded, still trying to process what had happened. Damien and Mason checked the scene, their faces grim. "What happened here?" Damien asked, his voice firm. Mae spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Rachel started it. She was harassing Isabella, and things escalated." The rescue team carefully lifted Rachel's stretcher, preparing to take her to the healer. Rachel's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of pain and anger swirling in their depths. "You...you'll pay for this," she hissed, her voice weak but venomous.

CHAPTER 17 RACHEL Rachel walked into her living room, shedding her jacket as she made herself comfortable. She sat down, pulled out her phone, and dialed Sophia's number. After a brief conversation, she hung up, asking Sophia to come over. With the call ended, Rachel's mind began to wander. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Sophia was somehow connected to what had happened to Mira. Her suspicions grew with each passing moment, and she found herself lost in thought, replaying the events in her mind.

He was not exactly the one that shot Ricardo, but he was an accomplice. Rachel. Crazy that I trusted her and even ready to get into marriage with her. Crazy that even when I got back with Katherine, I was worried thinking of what exactly I had to do with Rachel. But one thing was certain, I held her at high esteem and did not expect everything that she did from her. What I was still trying to understand, Rachel wanted to kill Katherine? It sounded crazy to me. And with all bullets, one that was laced with wolfsbane.

" Internal Struggle of Rachel Rachel sat huddled on her couch, knees to her chest. The television played softly in the background, but she wasn't paying any attention. Her phone lay on the cushion beside her-the screen dark and silent. She had ignored Vanessa's calls all evening, unable to face her friend's relentless determination.

(Caleb's POV) "Stay with me tonight," Rachel suggested, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, "and you won't have to worry about your territory payment." I stared at her, suddenly uncomfortable with how close she was standing. Before I could respond, a blood-curdling scream tore from her throat. "WOLF!" I spun around to see a large black wolf emerging from the shadows near the property line. Rachel's face drained of color as she launched herself at me, nearly knocking me over as she scrambled to climb up my body.

"He took me to see his mansion." "But..." I couldn't even finish what I intended to ask, now even more astonished than before. "You shouldn't try to understand my relationship with Kael, Sarah," Rachel stopped what she was doing to scrutinize me. "We are alike, for better or for worse, and you won't be able to comprehend the connection we have." Everything was becoming even more confusing! What kind of connection could exist between Rachel and Kael when, until a few days ago, she didn't even know him and was auctioned off to him through an underground app?

Allison,the name of the girl in her vision, the one giving birth. Why would she assume the identity of Sister Evangeline? And how did this Anita woman know so much about it? "Wait, hold up,"Rachel said. "You're telling me there's no nun, but there is a girl posing as one. Are you saying I'm being terrorized, by a spirit, with a split personality?" Rachel felt her stomach turn. Of all the things she'd seen in her life as a clairvoyant, this beat all of it, hands down. A mentally disturbed ghost, what more surprises would there be?

I answered. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door slowly crept open. Rachel stood before me in her very dark room, staring up at me. “We need to talk,” I said without hesitation. “Okay?” She said in return. “When I saw you outside the academic center earlier, did you see anything strange?” Her eyes widened at my question, but she shook her head quickly. “No; what would I have seen?” She asked, raising her brows. “I smelled something off earlier; it smelled like rotting flesh—”

“Cain's Crossing was, is I guess, still on? Anyway, it's about this small town in Oregon where all this strange stuff happens. It all starts with a teenage girl, Rachel Meers, getting murdered. She was this big-time debutante, and everyone loved her, or at least it seemed like everyone loved her. See, as the show goes on, you find out that pretty much everyone in the town had a reason to kill Rachel, who turns out was one of those people who manipulates everyone around them and plays them off each other for fun. Sociopath? Is that the right word? Yeah… Rachel was a big-time sociopath. So the show is all about trying to figure out which of the people she screwed over killed her. Now, I know t