Books Like Sadie Novels & Stories

Something about how much it meant to her to do these things for me. My Sadie had those same sparkles for me, and it was hope. Hope and heart. For opening herself up to someone else so freely, so raw and with simplicity. Sadie never asked me for anything but my time. She never wanted money, never wanted things. I sure tried to give them to her. I’d surprise her with an expensive handbag, she’d leave it in my car and tell me about a movie she wanted to see. Once I gave her a diamond necklace. She left it in my apartment and put a note on it, telling me about a shifter park somewhere she wanted to visit. She wanted experiences, and she wanted them with me.

Hunter said and left from there. Meanwhile, in another place, Sadie is busy helping her grandmother at her house. Since Piper and Sharon went on holiday, Sadie has only been spending time at home. It's been 3 days and she doesn't know what to do other than knitting to fill her time. "Ah, this is very tiring," Sadie said, she was tidying her grandmother's room at the time. “Get me the photo album,” Mia said. “No,” Sadie said, she leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Mari said with a chuckle. "Probably because she knows she's not really a Micheals and is a little whore bastard baby." said another girl with a sneer. They all laughed and walked away. Pack girls have always been mean to me as long as Chloe wasn't around. Chloe was a Goddess send of of a sister however. She had a very kind and couldn't hurt a soul Her mate will be the luckiest man out there when she finds him. ~End of flashback~

"What could I possibly be in trouble for? If you don't agree, then it's a no-go. I've got stuff to do, so I'm leaving." She tried to spin on her heel and make a break for it. "Stop." Stephen's voice was calm and detached, but it rooted Sadie to the spot. She hung her head and slowly turned back, already drowning in regret. "Weren't you supposed to head to Opal City? What were you doing in Ember City?" Sadie grumbled, "I heard about this amazing teacher in Ember City, and he was putting on this exhibit, so I thought I'd check it out."

Chloe stared in disbelief at the woman on the opposite side of the glass while she replayed the conversation she’d just had with her. “I do this for science,” the pretty nineteen-year-old blonde, called Sadie, stated with a thick southern drawl. “How did you come to know about Dr. Sudnik’s project?” Chloe asked. “Were you living in Philadelphia?” “Oh no,” Sadie said with a light chuckle. “I ain’t never left the mountain until the doc showed up. He paid my parents a goodly sum for me to participate. Poverty runs deep in the Appalachian Mountains. I was happy to do this to help the family.”

I just can't help but look at Sadie and feel a little mushy inside. Sadie stepped up in a lot of ways when mom stepped down. Sadie made sure I got to school on time. She packed my lunches every night before she went to bed. Sadie taught me to drive and even parallel park. She showed me how to properly make a job resume and a cover letter. Looking back, I wonder where she learned all of this from. Dad was too busy carrying the financial load of the family. Sadie and Florence had opposite reactions to mom's condition. Sadie leaned heavily into her organized and caring side. Florence leaned into her 'party girl' side. Both are coping mechanisms and both are valid.

The weight of the guilt pressed down on me from the inside. I staggered to the coffee table where my laptop was. I opened a fresh document. Sadie’s suicide note. Her goodbye. It's time to bring the story to life. One that'll match her personality. To anyone who ever knew her_ ambitious, exhausted, brilliant, and broken in just the right places. And lethargic. That’s the key. She was always so lethargic. I started typing. Getting the story together. > To whoever finds this, My life has been nothing but but dedication to years spent in pleasing others. Fighting. Building. Sacrificing for others. Smiling through boardrooms, press conferences, and events even though I wanted to cry, giving when

And annoyingly enough— I smiled. By Friday evening, I was mentally exhausted. My brain hurt. My shoulders hurt. Even my heels hurt. Adult life was wicked. I was just shutting down my computer when my office door opened. Sadie walked in dramatically wearing oversized sunglasses and a fitted red jumpsuit. “How did you even get in here?” I laughed. She removed the glasses slowly. “I said I was here to save an overworked corporate babe.” “That actually worked?” “No. I bribed the receptionist with cupcakes.”

* * * * Chapter 1 SADIE Taking a deep breath, I stared at the imposing door in front of me, my hand flexing at my side. Was this crazy? Was I being crazy? This job isn’t what I really wanted. I didn’t want to be a nanny for some rich family on the Upper Eastside. I wanted to be a novelist. I wanted to write books that drew people in and changed their perspectives of the world. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t make a living writing books if I couldn’t find a publisher to actually publish my books. Rent needed to be paid, groceries needed to be bought, and I couldn’t continue living on Ramen noodles and grilled cheese sandwiches.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.