Burn For Me Sara Cate Novels & Stories

Saturday rolled around, and as usual, I bought some groceries and headed over to visit my mother-in-law, Margaret Flint. But the moment I entered her apartment complex, I saw a thick black smoke billowing up. My heart lurched, and I dashed toward her building. A crowd had already gathered outside. Her neighbor, Mrs. Zeller, spotted me and grabbed my arm. "Oh, my goodness, Margaret's still inside! Hurry and call Joshua so he can bring his crew to put out the fire!"

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

Bending my arm, I bought my elbow up under her chin, smiling as her teeth smashed together. “Why can’t you just DIE!” Sara hissed, her eyes turning black as she shifted into her wolf. Just as I got into a defense position, a fireball flew past me, incinerating Sara’s wolf to nothing more than a pile of dust. “Looks like we didn’t miss the party.” I never in a million years thought I’d be happy to hear his voice, but I couldn’t be more grateful in this moment.

"Not at all, but you must have really given Armo a lot of trouble for him to tag you one." "How do you know this?" Sarah asked in surprise now. "How do you even know Armo at all?" "Renata bought me from the convent too," she replied. "And I am really glad to be out of that hell hole." "I caused the death of some of my friends while trying to escape," Sarah said sadly now. "It was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I wish I could take back the hands of time, Anita and Gladys would still be alive."

“Tera is so excited. I can’t believe I haven’t driven her in so long.” Elena shook her head. “I still can’t get used to you referring to your car like a person.” “She’s my second baby.” Elena frowned. “Second? Who’s the first?” “Mia. My cat.” Elena’s eyes widened. “You have a cat?” “Yes.” Sara smiled. “Want to see a picture?” “Please.” Sara reached for her phone on the passenger seat, tapped on it for a moment and handed it over. “Isn’t she gorgeous? She can be too sassy for her own good but she’s the cutest fur baby ever.”

“You’re right… she was kind.” The words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue. “I guess I forgot some things about her.” She tried to sound convincing, but in truth she knew nothing. Not Kate’s face. Not her voice. Not even the shape of their friendship. Nothing at all. Evening came quietly. Sara headed home, her thoughts heavy, tangled, refusing to settle. Was Cara a user? Was she manipulative? And if so was that who she used to be… before everything broke? Why was Maya holding such a grudge against her? Sara wondered. The question clung to her mind, heavy and unanswered.

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

“You made the mistake of thinking I’d ever help someone like you.” Anna got up and took a step forward, but I raised my hand. The candles flickered. The room grew warm. “Come closer and I’ll show you how powerful I can be. Maybe instead of candles I’ll make it rain lava from the volcanoes.” She shuddered as she looked at me for a while, then she smirked. “Fine. But remember this, Sara… You chose the wrong side.” “I picked the correct side.” I told her. “Now leave my home.”

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

Sara's voice cracked as she spoke, "I-I needed you, and you weren't there. I was a bad person, I admit that, but why didn't you leave a letter or a note? For a moment, I thought you were dead or locked up somewhere, and then I see you on television, that you're a billionaire's wife. I resented you so much for it because we are sisters, and even if you hate me so much, at least I wanted to know you were alive." Rachel reached out and took Sara's hand, her touch gentle. "I didn't leave a letter because I didn't want to feel guilty or hold back. I thought you'd be better without me, but heck, you became worse. Why on earth are you still on hard drugs? The doctor told me it's affecting your