Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

“That’s exactly what she wants. Fear.” Briggs sighed. “Sarah—” “She already confessed,” Sarah cut in. “Not last night. Days ago. When I went for that walk.” Briggs blinked. “Confessed?” “Yes.” Sarah leaned forward, her eyes burning. “She didn’t deny sending the first assassin. The one now rotting in police custody. I recorded it.” Briggs opened his mouth to respond but the sound of the front door opening interrupted him. Both of them turned. Scorpion walked in, his movements purposeful, his expression unreadable. He crossed the room without a word and stopped in front of Sarah.

Almost a third. Marie's loading a shotgun with silver pellets. She's nineteen. Turned wolf six months ago. Still learning control but determined. Sarah's sharpening stakes. Former blood club performer. The one who sent us intelligence. Except she died in the building collapse during our rescue. Wait. Different Sarah. This Sarah is different person. Young. Angry. Ready to fight. I shake off the confusion. Focus. "How are you feeling?" Danny asks. He's coordinating fighters. Arm still in sling from the rescue mission.

she managed to utter before the world around her faded into darkness. In the days that followed, Sarah fought a battle both within and without. The gunshot wound had taken its toll, and her body struggled to heal. Yet, her spirit remained unbroken. As she lay in the sterile hospital room, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge and justice. With each passing day, Sarah's resolve strengthened. She immersed herself in the evidence they had gathered against Johnson, determined to see him held accountable for his crimes. The team worked tirelessly, piecing together the puzzle of his network, unearthing the depths of his treachery.

Callie mused. "No, you're right. It proved that Alessio was the last one with Sarah, which quite frankly, we don't need to shove in the jury's face. So, whatever," I said, brushing my hand over the air in front of me in dismissal. "So, then, what's the good news?" Callie asked cautiously. If that was my bad news, the good news must be really good. "Well, the good news is that the front door to Sarah Bailey's house has a camera," I said with a triumphant grin.

The data dump. It all comes rushing back at once: the explosions, Allegra’s betrayal of her own plan, Nikolai screaming that he was my father, the flash of the screen turning green when I hit execute, the heat of the blast at my back as I dove through the hatch. Sarah steps into the room a minute later, her camera bag slung over one shoulder, her notebook tucked under her arm. She looks tired, dark circles under her eyes, but her expression is sharp, alert, the look of someone who has been chasing the biggest story of her life and is still trying to process that it actually happened.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

Vincent "Vincent," Sarah whimpers as she clutches my jacket. "I'm...I'm scared." Tears flow freely down Sarah's face as she clings to my jacket, trembling with fear. My heart is racing in panic, but I force myself to stay calm. For her. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart," I whisper soothingly, wrapping my arms around her and carrying her into the hospital. Her sobs continue to wrack her body as she chokes out the words, "I'm bleeding...do you think...we lost our baby?"

"I can't get revenge on him, but you'll do. What difference does it make anyway? He adores you. I'm sure you don't mind sacrificing yourself to take the fall for him." Zoey fell silent for a second before cutting to the chase. "What do you want?" Sarah seemed deranged, switching between pulling a long face and smiling at Zoey. Sarah dangled the dagger in her hand. "No rush." It would not be a clean or easy death for Zoey, and Sarah wanted to make sure of that. The warehouse was humid and stuffy, even with the sun shining through the windows. Sarah knew this was where Laurence and Zoey had been through hell together. The best decision she’d ever made was stealing Zoey’s past.

I stepped aside to pair with one of the other girls, leaving Sarah to team up with Caleb—a strong but cocky wolf who often underestimated the younger wolves. “This should be quick,” Caleb muttered, clearly not thinking Sarah was up for a fight. Big mistake. The whistle blew, and something in Sarah snapped. She moved like lightning—ducking under Caleb’s first swing, spinning behind him, and slamming her heel into the back of his knee. He buckled with a grunt, and before he could recover, she flipped him flat onto his back and pinned him with a hand against his chest. The entire field went quiet. Even Garret blinked in surprise—but I wasn’t exactly shocked, given that her father was Beta Kas,

Only, my entire hand punches through his chest. His claws snick back into his hands as both of us stare in shock at my hand that is buried inside his body. He looks up at me, his eyes already glassing over. “Wh...?” he says, just as I feel a calm, soothing presence behind me and Reagan rests her hand on my shoulder. I turn to look at her, shocked by how easily I’d killed my previous Beta. I yank my hand out of his chest as he crumples to the ground at my feet.