Chapter 55 Sarah J Maas Novels & Stories

On the other side of the split screen, Kane picked up the pen. Hovered it over the signature line. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. I answered. “Sarah,” David said. He sounded tired. But happy. “Did you see? I got your company back. While you were sleeping.” On TV, the pen touched paper. I looked at Ethan. Then at the USB drive in my bag on the counter. The one with "Operation Sarah" on it. The emails. The bank transfers. The proof. “No,” I said into the phone. My voice didn’t shake. “You didn’t.”

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

“I have to admit, you're pretty smart for pulling those kinds of stuff that fooled every one in the kingdom, even Hayden. We all thought that you were really dead, bitch. Honestly, I wonder how you do it, but, it doesn't matter now.” Sarah clicked her tongue. 'There must be some kind of trigger that keeps manna from gathering in this place as I'm sure the area in front of the house is still rich in manna. I have to find it!' I pay attention to every little detail that Sarah has because it's only when she's around that the manna disappears. “At the very least, before killing you properly, I should present you a scene of your beloved maid's death, right?” Brak! Merri was thrown to the floor by

"Don't worry, Mister Hugo. We will find better question. Oh, I have a good feeling of this. Now, it's from 'A brokenhearted woman,' [Born in barren land, coming from lowly noble family and get betrayed by my best friend. I thought I will have another appearance for my brighter future. But, why didn't I get invited to be host in that special event? Instead, an unknown boring woman who only interested in canvas, addicted with dessert, not to mention, have no frie--. Hmm, you were right, Mister Hugo. No one asking the real question." Sarah throw all the letters and let out a heavy sigh, "Fame isn't for those who have weak heart." "Ah, don't worry, Miss Bones. I will treat you some sweet to repa

Vincent I stride inside the house and let out a sigh of relief. I am finally home after a long day of work. Now I will have to get ready for the stupid conference tomorrow. But when I go inside the bedroom, I see her. Sarah. She is sprawled across the bed like she owns the damn place, her long legs a careless tangle among the sheets. She's lost in another world between those pages, fully focused on her book. It's probably one of those trashy romance books she loves to read so damn much.

"Come here." His tone was extremely gentle, as if I was his most precious treasure. He tightened his grip and rubbed against my waist with one of his big hands affectionately.The heat seeping through my clothes set my body on fire."Don't resist,” he ordered as he kissed me.I closed my eyes, kissing him back, wanting more."Say you choose me…" he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.I couldn’t help but tremble in desire.However, all I could do in response was push him away.“I’m sorry, but I can’t…”***Ever since Mia was born, misfortune haunted her. Nothing worked out in her life. She was desperate for a way out when two powerful and unbelievably gorgeous alphas saved her from her

"Bring my breakfast to the sunroom. I want the lemon cakes and the fresh strawberries." Sarah walked into the room, her eyes red from crying. "Yes, Miss Valentina." "And Sarah?" Valentina called out as the maid was leaving. "Yes, Miss?" "Stop that crying. It’s annoying. The Madam is going to be fine, and life goes on. If I see one more tear, you can go find a job at the hospital where they like crying people. Do you understand?" Sarah bit her lip. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell Valentina that she was a monster. But she needed the job. She needed to send money home to her family.

It was cold, like fading smoke. "Go, Elara," Sarah whispered, her face already becoming a blur. "Take Mia. Take the Duke. Rebuild the world without a Bank. Rebuild it with... whatever that music box was playing." "I can't leave you!" "You're not leaving me," Sarah said, her voice a faint echo. "I'm just moving to the Unrecorded Section." With a final, blinding flash of leaden light, Sarah Vance vanished. The Zero Room shattered. The Sahara Desert.

My problem is how to survive until Baron comes I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door of the dungeon creaked open and Sarah stepped inside, and in her hand was a tray filled with a bowl of spaghetti, a boiled egg, and a cup of juice. The sight of the food made my stomach grumble in revolt, and I immediately rose to meet Sarah along the way, collected the tray from her hand, and sat with a sigh. The food was befitting for a begger, but I think I ought to be grateful they decided to feed me. Sarah's gaze was hot on me as I dipped the spoon into the hot bowl of spaghetti. "What is it, Sarah?" She shook her head sideways and then pointed to the food. Since I don't understand her sign lang

“Now get out of your room. Do not make Mia uncomfortable.” Mia looked at Sarah with a thin, victorious smile. She stepped forward, standing right in front of Sarah, her triumphant gaze completely undisguised. “Get out,” she said coldly, her lips curved in satisfaction. “I will take very good care of Ronan tonight. You do not need to be here.” Sarah opened her mouth, but not a single word came out. Her head felt empty, her body exhausted, and her heart was already too full of wounds to argue anymore. Without looking at either of them again, she turned around and walked out of the room with unsteady steps.