Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

Thankfully, we came through the dark alley that was not frequented by a lot of people. “What's wrong with my…ohhh” Sarah was about to argue but then she glanced at herself and just shut up. I did not even look at her again, calling Carmen but Carmen's line was not reachable. Left with no choice, I called silver whom I honestly did not want to call. “What's wrong , Cayden, you look tense.” Sarah said seductively,her arms reaching out for my waist. I glared at her, the mischief in her eyes impossible to hide. “If you keep this up, you might not even get to see the corpse of your mother and this is not a threat. I would really kill her.”

Cain stood up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the migraine that was building with the sudden onslaught of his hyper-conscious senses. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to the wet bar and poured the last remaining liter of blood from the plastic bag into the stainless steel shaker. "I'm out," he said, showing Daniel the empty bag. "Already?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You've gone through five bags in two days..." "I can start going through people if you'd like," Cain said shortly. He noticed how uncomfortable his comment made Daniel and he shook his head. "It's her," he admitted. "What do you mean?"

Steph laughed out crazily. “Really? Maybe this will help.” he let out showing her the picture of Carrie lying coldly on the ground. Sarah gasped, “No, nothing can happen to Carrie… she can't die! She….” Steph busted out laughing while Sarah broke into tears. Suddenly Sarah screamed so loud. The sound of a gunshot filled the room and her whole body filled with blood. Her body turned cold as she watched her EX fall onto her, “Throw the thrash out,” the new voice let out.

You”ve been living in the luxury of his delusions while we chewed on the refuse of the Nursery. Sarah lunged again, a blur of grey rags and rusted steel. Cattleya parried with her forearm, feeling the jarring shock of the impact rattle her teeth. She grabbed Sarah”s wrist, and for a terrifying second, they were locked in a mimicry of a dance, face to face.

"Sarah fought beside us. She risked her life—" "She's not the same person anymore." Elena pulls up more files. "Three years ago, Sarah's daughter was killed by a rogue vampire. Since then, she's been quietly divesting from supernatural causes and investing in companies like Helix." "She's weaponizing her grief," Sera realizes. "Turning her loss into hate." Connor can't process it. Sarah Morrison was at his graduation. She congratulated him when he opened his clinic. She sent flowers when he and Amara mated.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

Mary Sue leaves to go buy me a new dress, as the one I am currently wearing is forever ruined with blood stains, and we’d like to be able to leave the motel and return to headquarters without being arrested. While she is out, I retreat to the bathroom, peel off the bloody dress, and step into the shower. I turn up the water as hot as I can stand, but it does nothing to erase the chill that has penetrated every marrow of my body—and the senator’s last words play an endless loop in my mind. “Sarah . . . Nick . . . says . . . hi . . . ” With each repetition of the haunting loop, a fresh shiver of chills travels through my body.

She looked at it for a moment, and then, with a swift motion, she plunged it into her own chest. Arthur's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. He landed hard on the floor, his eyes fixed on Sarah as she lay there, the knife still lodged in her chest. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two combatants. And then, in a voice that was barely audible, Sarah spoke her final words: "I'm free." The End

He looks at Amber, who stays in front of him and right there, like a revelation he looks around. “Where is Sarah?” Bart asked after he realized what is going on. “She is not here.” Patrick mindlinked him. “She is not here…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Someone took her,” Carson said. “I traced her and I found in the forest some sign of a fight. It’s her smell, man. And also a strange smell, blood and chloroform. Someone took her thinking that she is Amber.” “What?” Amber asked in shock “Thank you Goddess!” she exclaimed but that made Patrick look at her in horror.