Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

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.

Julian hissed into the sat-phone, his knuckles white as he stared at the frozen image of the nursery on his tablet. On the screen, Sarah chuckled—a hollow, jagged sound that sent shivers down Clara’s spine. Sarah looked haggard, her former "innocent" beauty replaced by the sallow skin of someone who had spent two years obsessed with revenge. "You took everything, Julian," Sarah whispered, her hand hovering over the sleeping toddler. "My reputation, my money, my health. Silas Vance gave me a choice: Rot in the gutter, or help him reclaim his 'legacy.' I think I’ll choose the latter."

(Sarah’s POV) --- The morning air was crisp, and for the first time in forever, it didn’t smell like gasoline, blood, or fear. Sarah stood outside the cabin, her arms wrapped around herself, staring out at the pine trees swaying in silence. Birds chirped lazily. The lake shimmered just beyond the ridge. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. Her mind still buzzed with aftershocks — gunshots, screaming, Caleb’s twisted smile, Jax’s fists. Lila’s tiny arms around her neck.

SARAH'S POV: As I made my way towards Barr Lawn's office, my mind was in turmoil, torn between a fierce determination and a lingering apprehension. The recent confrontation with Jennie had left me unsettled, but I knew I couldn't allow it to sidetrack me from my purpose. The tragic loss of my parents had created a gaping void that could only be filled with a sense of justice and closure. Their once thriving company, now in disarray, stood as a poignant reminder of the life and legacy I was committed to safeguarding and rebuilding.

And though the road ahead would be long and fraught with danger, they faced it with courage and conviction, knowing that their efforts had the power to change lives and bring about a brighter tomorrow. Sarah grappled with the harsh reality of human nature as she bore witness to the depths of depravity to which power-hungry individuals would sink. Each passing week brought with it a grim tally of bodies, a haunting reminder of the toll exacted by greed and violence. The weight of such senseless loss threatened to overwhelm her sanity, leaving her reeling in despair.

Seeing no one else around, she lowered her voice and asked, "I have a question for you. About the patient you just treated, Sarah. Do you find anything suspicious about her wrist-cutting incident?" Dr. Baker's expression changed slightly at her words. He looked at her and nodded. "To be honest, Sarah is quite skilled. Although the wound on her wrist appeared to have bled a lot, it was actually very shallow. I suspect the blood she used might have been plasma she obtained from somewhere. Her goal was likely to make people feel sorry for her. I have to admit, she played her act quite convincingly. Did you see Aaron's expression? He looked like he wanted to kill someone." Elaine's heart tighten

She tried to speak, but her words were slurred. Sarah’s smile twisted into something darker. “Don’t worry, Lunaria. This is where it ends for you.” But suddenly, Lunaria’s eyes sharpened for just a moment. With surprising strength, Sarah grabbed a nearby vase and swung it at lunaria’s head. The vase shattered, and lunaria fell to the ground, hitting her head hard. The two women lay there in the room—Lunaria barely conscious, Sarah standing beside her, and Alpha Griffin’s lifeless body completing the terrible scene.

She looks at me with sharp eyes, touching my face with her bloody hand, and says, “Henry, please stay still.” She bites her shirt and tears it to get some rags. Dressing on my injuries and then binding up her left arm. The growling draws closer to our concealment, and the footstep walks towards us. Bounding my heart on the frame, Sarah looks towards the entrance, stands up, and runs outside. The footsteps run after her, and I know she wants to distract our enemies. But she’s too weak to bear with that. Fuck me, how can she gain that confidence?

"I really want to get rid of her okay so for my plans to be successful, I need your help! I need us as a team because I know that we are going to be good teammates and at the end you can get your daughter back. After this everything will be solved and you have the chance to live your comfortable life again. Carson Reason everything he said and found it a better idea. But can they really kill Sarah who's talking about? Sarah isn't someone to fall for your trip easily. She's very smart. Okay if you're really ready for this, then let's do it. "That's what I'm talking about mab! *****

Sarha;s legs swing in the air as she grabs ahold of his hand holding her. “James please. I am your mother.” Sarah coughed out. “James, you'll kill us all if you keep her.” Sarah sends in her next weak breath. “Then I'll start with you.” James growled and let his claws descend from his fingertips. Sarah let out a small breath as they penetrated the skin of her throat. The gasp was small James ripped his hand forward. The front of her throat falling to the ground in a river of blood. Alice laid still on the floor trying her best to control her heart beat. Her heart was trying to leave her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly fighting every urge to look as the room fell silent. Warm, wet