Eyes On Me Sara Cate の小説・ストーリー

”Now, let’s go. One by one, Enzo’f friends and colleagues came up to him to meet him, but my eyes were looking for Sara. I found her at the far end by the bar, enjoying a drink with Mark, but her eyes were set on Enzo. She deserved to be here with us. “Oh, Emmy.” I heard Kelly’s voice coming from my side, distracting. I grinned as Emmy effortlessly slipped from my arms into hers. “Look at her, she looks like a darling.”

I was being cuffed for something I could never have done. Then the door creaked sharply, a tiny familiar voice rose from that end. “Not so fast, Mr. Officer!” Everyone turned. I turned too. Sara stood there. My heart jolted violently. Her eyes were red, nothing like the ones I had known for years. Her lips formed just a thin line. Her camera hung around her neck. A brown envelope rested firmly in her hand. “Sara,” I breathed. Half-surprised. Half-pleading.

I shook my head frustrated and disgusted with myself. I glanced back at the entrance to the restaurant where Sara stood. She was looking around incredulously, and her eyes filled with a wild fury when they landed on me. Cesar’s men were doing their best to load their dead away and clean up the area, but Cesar and Tatiana’s bodies were still exposed. Sara looked at them, stunned, and looked back at me.

Every drop of blood drained from Sara's face, leaving her truly pale for perhaps the first time since this charade began. Isabella stepped back from Sara’s bed looking so disappointed. “You set her up,” Isabella said softly. Charles and Blake also appeared in the doorway. “What's happening?” Blake demanded, his eyes bouncing between us all before landing on the phone in Alexander's hand. Charles looked at the phone screen when Blake took it from Alexander. “What exactly are we looking at?” “Evidence,” Alexander replied simply. Blake restarted the footage so they could see it from the beginning. Sara seemed to shrink into herself like a cornered-animal. Or more like a snake shedding its skin,

And away from the only obstacle in my life, your priced and most loved Nanny, Sara Scott". (Eyes lock)

Rachel on the other hand was just a voice moaning, she couldn't form coherent sentences at this point, she was too consumed by the scene but he tone begged for more. "You should see the view I have." Sara almost bragged as she felt her long overdue orgasm coming back. "Just this big beautiful dick right in my face, my hand being used like a fucking toy. Fuck it's so hot..." She tried to move her head up to see more but was greeted by more balls to the face.

Chapter 160 Clap! Clap! Clap! Elara entered the venue as she clapped hard. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and seeing her enemy’s defeated expression, a thrilling feeling coursed through her body. When Sara saw her, she thought that she was seeing a ghost. She pointed at her, but she could not utter a single word, “You… you…” Elara moved closer and pointed at herself, “Me? Me what?” “You…” Sara’s eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out of their own sockets.

I had to prove to myself that I could be a warrior, just like I always wanted. Sara gave me her usual malicious smirk. Goddess, she made Tyce’s alpha face look like a child’s imitation. She exuded pure evil, especially with her coal black eyes, which looked even more ominous lit up by her night vision. It was downright terrifying. I’m pretty sure she was enjoying every second of torturing me.

“Mr. Eamon?” “Yes, Sara,” he replied evenly. “I will send for you when I’m ready.” Hesitation flickered across her face, but she slowly closed the laptop and stood. As she did, her eyes dragged over Elena with thinly veiled contempt. If looks could kill, Elena would have dropped dead on the polished floor. But Elena didn’t notice. Her eyes were locked on Eamon. Sara dragged her feet out of the office, shutting the door a little harder than necessary.

she said gently, and Sara nodded in response. “And by the way,” Maya added, “next week we’re going for Kate’s memorial ceremony.” Before Sara could process what she had just heard, Maya got a call and left. Kate? Sara wondered, puzzled. She didn’t know who Kate was, but she didn’t bother dragging the thought any longer. Later, during a class break, Sara sat alone on the pitch, away from the other students, trying to clear her mind. Suddenly, she felt hands on her face. The hands smelled like fresh roses. When Sara looked up, it was Henry, smiling as always.