Chapter 55 Sarah J Maas Novels & Stories

one of the maids warned us We stopped fighting and stared at each other breathing fast Mia did a wonderful job on Sarah's face ,I smiled, Sarah's face was completely destroyed with bruises and finger marks ,Mia had a little bruise on her lips She's really strong,As for me I had a lot of bruises but not on my face ,I protected it very well ,I had bruises on my hands and every other expose part(legs ),Missy had a lot of bruises too "Don't think just because you did this to my face , doesn't mean I'll not do what I've planned for tonight"Sarah said to me angrily "you will beg for forgiveness when I've gotten what I want" "Go ahead "I laugh mocking her face

I needed to remember that there was a world outside of Richard and the Lawson mansion. "Alright," I smiled. "I’ll be there." "Deal!" *** The restaurant was loud, crowded, and smelled of garlic and expensive wine. We had pushed three tables together in the back, and the wine was flowing faster than the conversation. "I’m serious!" Sarah was saying, her face flushed from the third glass of alcohol. "If the female lead doesn't confess her love to the CEO by Chapter 110, I'm throwing my Kindle into the ocean!" "It’s a slow burn, Sarah! Have some patience!" Marcus retorted, grabbing a piece of bread.

her Aunt Sarah screamed from the master bedroom. “Faith! Make me a smoothie! No kale this time, it tastes like grass!" Maya yelled from the vanity. Faith moved like a ghost, navigating the demands with practiced precision. She handed the blazer to her aunt, a woman whose beauty was a sharp mask for her cruelty. Sarah looked at Faith, her eyes narrowing as she took in the girl’s face. Faith was really beautiful. She had high cheekbones, deep, soulful eyes, and skin that looked like it was lit from within, despite the lack of sleep.

“He does! He’s not like you!” Sarah laughed—a cold, sharp sound. “Oh, darling. Everyone is like me.” She reached behind her back and pulled out a vial, the liquid inside glowing faintly. My stomach dropped. “What is that?” “Insurance,” she purred. --- Alpha Williams’ POV I tore down the hall, my wolf clawing, snapping inside me. Every instinct screamed for me to move faster. Her scent was fading—no, it was being masked. Sarah’s tricks. I rounded the corner, kicking the door to Maya’s room off its hinges.

"Take it. This is exactly two thousand dollars. It’s every single cent of my emergency savings. Take it and get your disgusting, abusive face off this estate property before the master comes downstairs and has you locked in a cell!" Sarah’s furious eyes instantly locked onto the cash, her greed completely overriding her rage. She snatched the envelope out of Maya’s hand with a rapid, predatory movement, shoving it deep into the lining of her disheveled fur coat. "You see that, Liora?" Sarah spat out, a cruel, mocking sneer twisting her lips as the footmen began violently forcing her backward out the grand double doors. "Even the other servants have more respect for my survival than you do! Y

I said, reaching for the golden door. "If you go through that door, you’re not just entering the lab," Sarah warned. "You’re entering the **Source-Code**. You’ll feel every 'Edit' they make to his soul. You’ll feel the 'Deletion' of his memories. Are you ready to be 'Un-Written' for him?" "I've been 'Un-Written' my whole life," I said, and I pushed the door open. --- ## Chapter 75: The Architect’s Grief

m. A soft knock came before the door creaked open. A woman stepped in wearing a neat black uniform, her hair tied in a bun. She smiled as if we weren’t both trapped in Malaki’s world. “Ma’am,” she said gently. I blinked at her. “Who are you?” “My name is Sarah, ma’am. Your personal maid.” My personal what? Malaki never had maids before. Not here. Not in this place. “Since when did you start working here?” I asked, sitting up slowly.

She wondered how a woman as brilliant as her mother had ever been tricked by a man this pathetic. "Sarah, don't be like this... help your father... please..." Sarah closed her eyes, and a single, hot tear escaped. "Nathaniel Vance, this is the last time. From this moment on, we are done. Consider our bond severed forever." She hung up and sat on the sofa, staring into the dark until the sun began to rise. The Peace Offering In the morning, Maddy woke up complaining of hunger. Sarah took her down to the hotel’s breakfast buffet, but as she moved through the line, she found herself instinctively reaching for items she hadn't thought about in a decade.

ma : yes ammi , I am thinking the same thing , now what will we do ? Asma mother : " you don't take stress , when your mother is here .The day is not far when Arham father will throw her out of the house and seeing her attitude , I am sure that day will come and very soon .And as we can see Arham has no feeling for this girl and moreover he never go against his father so , she will be out of his life ". Asma smile , then her mother continued:" So , you just remember to revolve around Arham and take his good care and do everything he notice basically you have to use the time till that girl will be in Arham life , to make him fall for you .So , after her you will be his wife ". Asma smile and

one of the maids asked but she didn't spare her a look neither did she halt, she just went straight to her room. She got to her room and locked the door behind her as the maid followed her upstairs and knocked on her door. "Sarah! Sarah! Please open up" the maid said banging on her door and received deaf ears from Sarah. Sarah got to the middle of her room and sat down like an old witch. She cut her wrist with the knife as she used her blood to write the number 15 and circled it. She kept using her blood to paint the 15 very well as blood dropped from her wrist.