The Strange Case Of Rachel K Novels & Stories

Yandel asked. "Hmm…Doctor Strange I guess but without the whole cape and wizardry, just brains," Rachel giggled more, feeling the alcohol buzz her entire body. Little did she know there was one person at the club who recognised that Cackle anywhere and was finding it hard to believe. He looked towards the crowd of seven making the most noise. They seemed to be celebrating something and they seemed to be all rich even though they weren't in fancy clothes, they still looked rich and able and that was enough to catch his attention. But what caught his attention even more was the woman in boots and baggy jeans with a crop. She had so much element of a past love that he moved on from. Yet she was

Her one hand covered her opened mouth, and her eyes went wide in the minutest fraction of a second, staring at her phone’s screen like she saw some ghost. My heart raced as Rachel’s unexpected shriek shattered the tense atmosphere. We all turned toward her, our expressions a mix of concern and confusion. “What happened, Rachel?” Ryan’s voice was sharp with anxiety, and he moved closer to her. She didn’t answer immediately, her eyes locked onto her phone’s screen as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. We gathered around her, our worry growing by the second. “What’s wrong, Rachel?” I asked, my voice trembling. After a frantic second, she looked at us and said. “It’s a live video from

Chloe was running late as she locked up her house and walked down her sidewalk to the drive where her car, an old Malibu was patiently waiting. Her phone began to ring, interrupting her. She paused to fish it out and saw a mysterious number on the screen. It was a number she didn't recognize, which wasn't saying too much as she really only knew two numbers by heart. She normally had no problem answering such calls since they were most likely a business call of some sort and fairly painless. Lately, however, she'd been getting strange calls from mysterious numbers, she would answer and hear nothing on the other end for about a couple of minutes before the call went dead. The strange phone cal

“Scarlett.” Something in her voice made me turn. “What?” Rachel looked uncertain. “I didn't want to say anything yesterday because everyone already seemed nervous.” My stomach tightened. “Say what?” She hesitated. Then looked directly at me. “I've been hearing things too.” The world around me suddenly felt very still. “What kind of things?” Rachel swallowed. “At night.” Her fingers tightened around the flower stem. “Sometimes when I wake up... I hear someone walking outside my room.” Cold unease slid down my spine.

"They're making plans to go find a tomb that belongs to Rachel" Asena felt her blood boil over "That gives me even more reason to break you out!" "They said they have methods in place to restrain Rachel!" "Nothing can! You have no idea who Rachel is!" Skyler's eyes grew "You met her?" "Its a long story, one I don't like remembering! Now stand aside I'm going to bust out that wall!" "No Asena please!" She held her wolf from rising but her teeth was clenched. "Let's put our trust in a organization who's area of expertise is killing vampires, please?"

I was racing to tell Richard and this is what I met? I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I stared at my hands and they were shaking. I will never be scared of her! I jogged upstairs. “Richard!” I yelled. He didn’t answer. Oh gosh, I hope he hasn’t left again. There will be no better time to tell him than today. He needed to know. He had to listen this time. Rachel wasn’t just strange, she was dangerous. She was connected to the woman who had tried to destroy us. If I tell him that, I hope he won’t say I was lying.

He felt strange but he still stand up and walk towards the chief’s office. “You’re already aware of it right?” the serious face of their chief is what greeted him as soon as he entered Jake felt his heart skip a beat. He’s nervous as he already have an idea of what the chief is talking about. “What are you talking about chief?” He pretended to be calm outside but his inside is in chaos “Don’t play pretend with me Jake. You’re already aware about the strange connection of Blaine to the Phantom Night case right?” Jake ignored the tense atmosphere and casually walk towards the empty seat infront of the chief

Slowly Rachel lowered herself onto his body, brought her hand to his neck and felt a slight tremor in her fingertips, an indication that there were remnants of life there, and did not hesitate to bring her icy lips to his pulse and penetrate his fangs as deep as she could into the still warm but already hardened flesh. -What have you done to us, demon?" asked the peasant some time later when he awoke feeling nauseated, but full of a strange hunger, and with two holes in his neck, as he realized when he touched it and smelled a not very good smell. Raquel was mysterious, and knew how to create disharmony among people. Especially with those she wanted to be with. And they didn't even know what

Her crimson coat had been discarded, revealing a long black gown threaded with blood-colored runes. A brazier burned at her feet, its flame an unnatural shade of blue. From her pocket, she pulled out a tiny glass vial. Within it, a single strand of hair floated—Rachel’s hair. “By blood, scent, and soul,” she whispered, “bring her to me.” The blue flame leapt higher. --- **Back in the Penthouse** Rachel jolted as a sudden chill shot through her spine. The hairs on her neck stood on end, and a prickling sensation crawled over her skin like static.

I asked gently. Rachel stared at the ceiling for a long moment before answering. “They were murdered. Home invasion gone wrong, they said. I was eleven then.” My breath caught in my throat. “I’m so sorry, Rachel,” I whispered. She shrugged, but the motion was too tight, too forced. “Police never found out who did it. Case went cold. I bounced around foster homes for a few years. Had to learn to take care of myself pretty fast.” Her voice broke slightly at the end, and I instinctively reached out, squeezing her hand.