Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

Sarah insisted, her expression determined as she realized the urgency of the situation. "I know, Mom," Sarah said with a smirk, her eyes glinting with envy. "That's why I've come up with a plan," she declared with determination. "I'll do everything in my power to sabotage her marriage. She can't outshine me," Sarah concluded bitterly, her voice tinged with jealousy as she abruptly rose from her seat and dashed to the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably. Winnie stood frozen in shock, her heart pounding with concern as she watched Sarah's distress. "Are you alright, Sarah? What's wrong?" she asked urgently, her voice quivering with worry.

Without time to think further, Sarah cut off the connection. “Sarah, what are you doing? That’s too dangerous!” The director was both furious and fearful. The car had been checked thoroughly, yet it still malfunctioned, leading to this alarming situation. Sarah looked straight ahead, her expression complicated. She’d rather sacrifice herself than risk harming innocent bystanders. She turned the steering wheel sharply, crashing the car into a nearby wall. The loud impact drew everyone’s attention, and finally, the car came to a halt. While Sarah was injured, everyone else remained safe. Blood trickled from her head, but she forced her eyes open just long enough to ensure everyone was unharmed

One side of her lip bleeds heavily while fingerprints stain her skin. For one horrifying second I can’t breathe. Koda roars inside my head. “Kill them.” And Goddess help me… I wanted to. Sarah immediately looks up from beside the bed, tears streaming down her face. “Corbin,” she sobs quietly. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t get inside fast enough.” I force myself to move toward Traci despite the murderous rage threatening to rip straight through me. “You got help,” I tell Sarah firmly while pulling my shirt over my head quickly. “That’s what matters.”

She halted her hand in the air and tried to calm her nerves as she watched blood rushing out from Diva's chest, Diva still fighting to live. Sarah brought down her knife and as she did, a drop of tears fell on her both cheeks in pain. She didn't mean to kill Diva, her mate childhood friend, but the lady had really frustrated her and she had no option. Her hands stiffened from the coldness she felt from Sarah's core. Instantly, she lost grip of her dress and Diva went dangling to the floor.

Sara. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the scene before me. The vibrant color of blood oozing onto the white carpet sent a shiver down my spine, and the metallic scent filled the room, making me dizzy with fear. Her body lay crumpled on the once-luxurious carpet, the rich crimson of her blood seeping into its fibers. Her limbs twisted unnaturally, her face locked in a silent scream. But it was the knife—deep, jagged, and still embedded in her chest—that burned into my mind. The air left my lungs as I took a step forward. “Sara,” I whispered, the word barely audible. My heart clenched as memories of her kindness, her sacrifices, collided with the brutal reality before me.

Sarah hissed under her breath as she pulled a filthy rag and stuffed it in Evelyn's mouth before a red glow broke out of her palm, "This is where you die, you filthy little--" "Sarah! Ava got into a car accident!" Raymond shouted again, "You need to come with me right away! She's dying!" Sarah's move froze as horror took over her face, her hand shook and the syringe in her hand dropped to the floor. Blood splashed, but Sarah no longer cared. "No! No way!" Sarah blurted, leaving Evelyn where she was as she dashed upstairs in panic. The hybrid hadn't woken up yet! How could she die at this point?! It's not right!

"If any of you even entertain the thought of helping him, you're walking straight into a nightmare." I exchanged a glance with the rest of the team, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. Sarah had risked everything to gather this information for us, and her words carried a weight that couldn't be ignored. As she spoke, Sarah lifted her hand, revealing a jagged scar that marred her skin. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of it, a visceral reminder of the cruelty she had endured. “This," she said, her voice low and intense, "was from one of Zane's men. A punishment for stepping out of line, for daring to resist."

I stumbled back, shifting back into my human form as I fell to one knee, my hand clutching the spot where her knife had dug into my skin. Sarah simply wiped the blade on her sleeve, watching as I struggled to rise. My limbs didn’t feel like my own anymore. Everything felt heavy, weak. Useless. All from a tiny cut that hardly even drew blood. “I should thank you, really,” she said softly. “You made this all too easy.” My vision blurred. “Elara—” I could barely speak, my body growing heavier with every second. All I could do was watch as Sarah calmly turned back toward Elara, intent on murdering her right in front of me. And I knew, then, that Sarah wanted me to watch. She loved it. She craved

She continued looking at the door even when Sarah started the movie. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw. The grouped of three that entered included the Carlos twins. They were popular actresses and Sarah loved their debut movie, ‘The two that survived’, even though she wasn’t a fan of action movies. She had almost forgotten why she had been staring at the door until she felt someone shooting daggers at her with their eyes. And the person was none other than Carie Carlos. Wait was she the supposed hater?

Amber: “I need to reset your fingers so they don't heal like that.” Wyatt said, taking his eyes off Abby and looking at Sarah. “I’m fine.” Sarah said quietly. “Do you want to heal and not be able to use your fingers?” Wyatt asked quietly. Sarah was still busy watching the men come and take Adam’s and Kayla’s bodies away. They were taking them to prepare them for burial. She was watching their backs as they walked out of the clearing. She didn't mind the pain, she felt she deserved it. She hadn't stolen the cell phone, if she hadn't led Kayla to believe there was a way to get out. To escape. Things may have been rough with Kip’s pack but at least Kayla was still alive.