Ashley Campbell Sally Face Novels & Stories

“Your face is as red as a tomato. What happened in there?” My hands flew to my face, and I looked away immediately, flushing even more. Damn, Sally. She is even worse than Darby. “We talked.” I muttered. “Nothing happened.” She wiggled her brows and grinned. “Are you sure, because Cameron does not look like it was nothing?" I snapped my head up and saw Cameron coming out of the room we just left. He did not look like anything at all. His face had gone back to an unreadable mask. I glared at Sally.

Vanished again. Now it was like Camille was taunting him, telling him that he would never catch her. She’d been under his nose this whole time. Keeping her secrets like treasure to her chest. She’d sprung a surprise on the sleepy town. Not one girl, not even two, but three girls who shared the same face and Luther Montgomery hadn’t been able to bring them all home. There was always one left.

Sally, on the other hand, appeared pale and weak, her usual agility diminished. Once Sally and her mom, Stella, were seated downstairs, Jerry inquired with concern, "Hey, what's wrong?" Stella wiped away her tears and said, "I discovered a shocking secret today, and I'm still reeling. My daughter here..." She paused, glancing at Sally, before continuing, "You don't want to share it, do you?" Sally shook her head with a smile, and Stella nodded in understanding. Taking a deep breath, Sally began, "My name isn't actually Sally, but Sadie. I took my sister's identity." She proceeded to explain everything, leaving me utterly shocked.

I know I'm staring at him, or some people, undressing him with my eyes, but I don't seem to care at the moment. He looked extremely good in rugged ripped jeans, and a black long-sleeved shirt, which he rolled up to his elbows and deliberately left the top two buttons loose. The sound of his raucous laughter brought me back to the present. Other girls would turn red with humiliation, but I'm not one of them. I'm Sally, the future assassin of the Donne family. Sorry. My cover is blown and I blame this sweet poison in my hands. And I don't know what it was but I think my lack of confusion seemed to make him jump as his eyes darkened. Please don't make me say that. But I can say this. Anyway, I

Terry looked at Sally. "Like what?" Terry pointed to the screen. "See this, these are people who are trying to talk to you, Sally. They can see us through the camera." Sally looked at the comment field again. "Hey, gorgeous! Who's the guy?" "Suck his cock, baby!" "Come over to my cam, you two. You can watch me get off." Shocked, Sally's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God. You're kidding me."

The smile on Sally’s face disappeared as she barked coldly. Riley came in at this moment. When she saw Sally, she immediately showed a sour face. “Isn’t this the homewrecker who stole someone’s husband? Our humble little shop doesn’t welcome homewreckers. Please leave immediately.” Sally stared at them and mocked, “You’re still friends and even working together now. What a touching friendship.” “A two-faced fake friend like you won’t be able to understand the relationship between me and Shar.” Riley’s every word was berating Sally, so of course, she could not endure it.

The day I was released from prison, I was wearing old clothes that had been washed so many times they had lost their color. I was so thin that I was little more than skin and bones. I looked nothing like the bright, handsome Carter Quince I had been five years ago. Riley West was waiting outside in her car. “Carter, you’re finally out.” I looked up, revealing a face that wasn’t mine, covered in scars. There was even the word "trash" carved into it.

Sally stood by, watching Kimberly's increasingly dark expression, too scared to breathe. Finally, Kimberly looked up, gritting her teeth, "Am I ugly? Am I a hag?" Sally didn't quite grasp what was going on. Wasn't the main issue supposed to be the rumors about Mr.Smith and someone else? Why was she so upset about people calling her ugly, even though it's infuriating? But she could have understood the point here... The two stared at each other for a moment. Sally looked at the beautiful, radiant face before her, now flushed with anger. Despite her usual wise and capable demeanor, she now looked every bit the aggrieved young lady, her clear, wet eyes brimming with anger, obviously waiting for

When their faces emerged into the light, Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Sally?" His sister, Sally Vander, was standing there, arm-in-arm with Benjamin Winston’s son—Ricky Winston. A subtle yet unmistakable sneer curled at the corners of her lips. Dean’s heart sank like a stone, his gaze shifting to something far more complicated in an instant. "Yes." Sally smiled, her tone eerily calm, as if they were simply siblings who hadn’t seen each other in a while, rather than one being kidnapped and the other a captor.

Before Avaris Luxe entered the American market Campbell Group ranked first but now they were being downgraded. I hadn’t done anything to make this happen. I hadn’t schemed or plotted to ruin Laura's design. And yet… here it was. A mess of their own making. I let out a slow breath and looked up. Sally was already watching me, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her face. Then she let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. “Well,” she said, “look who tripped on the runway she pushed you off of.” I didn’t say anything. I just looked back at the screen.