Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

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

That earns me a ripple of confusion — a twitch of ears, a lift of hackles, Hope taking an uncertain half-step back. Perfect. I lift my arm slightly, still smiling. “Bring her out.” Behind me, the treeline rustles. There’s a moment of hesitation, and then two hunters emerge, dragging a barely-conscious figure between them. Bloodied. Bruised. Clothes torn and caked with dirt and dried blood. Sarah. The gasps ripple through the wolves like a gust of wind before a storm. Hope’s sharp inhale is almost a scream. “No,” she whispers, eyes wide with horror. “Sarah…”

"She always talked about wanting a big family." "She has two sons," Cain said. "And three mates who love her. That's enough." An hour later a nurse came and told us Sarah was awake and we could see her and we carried the babies down the hall to her room. Sarah was propped up in bed looking pale and exhausted but her eyes were open and when she saw us she smiled. "Hey," she said and her voice was weak. "Did we win." "We won," Cain said and sat on the edge of her bed. "The Broker is dead. The facility is destroyed. It's over."

"You've already lost. It's over." With a final display of her combat skills, she rendered him helpless. "You won't hurt anyone else," she proclaims, triumphant. The black car suddenly catches fire, and Sarah's voice rings out with a sense of justice. "Your wicked plans crumble before you, Sherry. No more hiding from the truth." She pulls out concealed daggers from her sleeves, her voice firm. "I'll dismantle your car, piece by piece." With calculated precision, Sarah deflates the front wheels of the black car with her daggers.

Unless I go back in and finish it. I tighten my grip on the bat. My fingers ache. My heart doesn’t. I could do it. I could end this. No more running. No more hiding. Headlights flash down the road. I freeze. A car pulls up—dark, quiet, deliberate. The driver steps out fast, no hesitation. Sarah. She’s dressed like someone who doesn’t want to be remembered. Hoodie. Gloves. Eyes sharp. She sees the bat. The blood. Me. “No,” she says, voice low but firm. “Not like this.”

"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."

Raw, chaotic madness. Destruction. He stood amidst the Carnage he created just to save his love. "Let her go, Usama." Hamza's voice was thick and guttural as he aimed his gun at Usama, who dug the barrel of his gun into Hooriya's temple, making her wince. Hamza's hold on the gun tightened as sweat trickled down his temple wiping the blotches of blood away on its trail. Farhan was slowly ascending the stairs as the rest of Hamza's men stood behind him silently. Waiting for his order, Salar entered the farmhouse with a few men from the backdoor.

She would get pleasure from seeing her mangled body though, it was enough to have her cackling again. “Keep it down!” Sarah hissed, glad that the first part of their journey was over. They had gone through the private room, the ones left during the renovation of the estate and were back in the ballroom, albeit in the walls. The music was louder now. She placed her hand over the wall and felt it vibrate under her hand. They were so close. It felt exhilarating. Finally she would get her revenge on Myra. She had taken centre stage. Things that belonged to her! Sarah was happy to give her one last time in the spotlight. She was going to make sure Myra would be immortalized in the news after this