Books Like Sadie Novels & Stories

“I promise that I will spare no effort in growing the company so it can scale new heights!” Then, Kayson returned to the villa in Shamrock Heights. Sadie was reading a book downstairs. Her eyelashes were batted once when she noticed Kayson’s return, but she could not be bothered to speak to him. Noticing that she was still awake, Kayson said, “You’re still up, Ms. Woldenden?” Sadie said calmly, “I’m at the climax of the book and I’m not sleepy yet.” Kayson nodded and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. By the time he got out of the shower, Sadie coincidentally closed the book.

Letting out a deep breath, I sigh and lean back against my chair and stare at my desk as if it has all the answers I need. I’ve never really felt this way. Even when I thought that Lola was my mate. What I feel for Sadie is indescribable. My soul craves her. Not just her body, but everything that is her. I want her. I want it all with her. Sadie has never been on my radar. To me, she was my little sister’s tomboy best friend who lacked any kind of fashion sense. She was a plain Jane. She blended into the walls. She was always unseen.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

If she couldn’t help him, we would continue with our daily lives because I still would never give him up. “Oh, Odessa,” Sadie sighed heavily." “Old wounds such as Creeds would be difficult. I’ve tried to help others with old wounds such as infertility, weak hearts, and the sort, but I’m just not strong enough to penetrate before someone has had their animal to help them heal.” My heart was crushed. There was no hope at all. “But I can try,” Sadie smiled. The room fell silent as Sadie approached. I went to leave Creed’s lap only for him to hold me down, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled at him.

Gave her mercy. And now, hours later, I was still thinking about the mud on her dress… the defiant tilt of her chin… the wild way she clutched that ridiculous shoe like she was going to throw it again. Sadie Summer. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t flatter. She didn’t fawn. She looked me in the eye and spoke like she had nothing to lose—like she’d rather be ruined than be silent. Most people shrink when I walk into a room.

“Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.” I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but she wouldn’t let up. Sadie pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, still giddy. “You know what’s left now, right?” I made the mistake of looking at her. “Ride him,” she said, full of wicked glee, “Ride him so bad until his dick falls off.” “Sadie!” I choked, scandalized beyond repair. “How could you say that?!”

Sadie would book the first flight out of Chicago and to whatever city she points her finger to. I watch as she considers my answer for a second before she nods. “I would go back to when Beckett remembered me before his accident.” She pauses. “Does that make me a terrible person for wanting to relive those moments with him?” she asks I could see tears welling in her eyes. I frown, shaking my head. “No Sadie, it makes you human.” I tell her. She crack a weak smile. “What do you love most about Dante?” she asks

She poured liquor on the two glasses as he sat on the stool in front of the counter. “We’ll drink just a few shots but we’ll talk a lot,” she said as she handed him one of the glasses. “I’ll begin, I am Sadie, you know that, real name, Sarah, you also already know that, I am twenty six years old, I work as a secretary to my father who is a lawyer, while my mother and my brother, who is four years older than me, tend to our businesses. I’ve had three boyfriends, the last one I broke up with more than a year ago. Darn! I can’t believe I’ve been single for more than a year.” She smiled. “Anyway, I am a graduate of biology and I’m still thinking on whether to pursue medicine. I love parties, I l

Sadie looked down. She could not help thinking about how ironic this was. She pushed away the glasses on the table, picked up the case of vodka from the floor, and put it on the table. "It's pretty slow to drink by the glass, Mr. Umbridge. It would be insincere of me to start small. How about drinking by the bottle?" Sadie did not become the top social butterfly of Seaport because of her beauty alone. She had brains and great emotional intelligence.

She tilted her chin to the piece of paper in Ace's hold, "That's a piece of my journal." "Oh, trust me it didn't disrupt anything." She smiled and walked closer, "glad to hear that," she eyed the name inscribed on the tombstone, "Death is really something else, huh? Losing someone dear feels like losing a big part of you and your life you never knew existed. She was a good person, wasn't she?" She quickly turned to Ace who nodded sadly. "Funny how the world is: the bad prevail and the good perish."