Give Me More Sara Cate Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You’re right… she was kind.” The words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue. “I guess I forgot some things about her.” She tried to sound convincing, but in truth she knew nothing. Not Kate’s face. Not her voice. Not even the shape of their friendship. Nothing at all. Evening came quietly. Sara headed home, her thoughts heavy, tangled, refusing to settle. Was Cara a user? Was she manipulative? And if so was that who she used to be… before everything broke? Why was Maya holding such a grudge against her? Sara wondered. The question clung to her mind, heavy and unanswered.

I smiled as he hit out and rounded the car to open my door. I climbed out slowly and he helped straighten me. I leaned into him. Safe. Warm. And for the first time that day, I wasn’t scared anymore. *** Sara’s pov I sat in my small room, books all over the floor. My table was full too. Old papers, scrolls, books, and maps. I had candles lit all around me because the power was off again. But I didn’t care. I was too deep in my work. I opened another book and sighed. “Where is it?” I muttered to myself.

I relaxed, laying my back in the bathtub. I thought to myself I have a lot of work to do. Some people are trying to trade in my pack lands. I need to do some findings about them and research on the land I would be willing to give out for trading. I headed to the library to get some books to help with my research. It was late in the night so the corridor was quiet. Walking inside the library, I found the books I needed and headed to the couch to read. I was shocked to see Sara sleeping on the couch.I stepped closer and noticed she was wearing a night dress showing a glimpse of her perky breast.

Sara was now facing that ''however'' as she managed to sneak out of her room, Patrick left the door open for her in order to sneak out at night when everyone was asleep, the restrained section was located in the furthest side of the library, locked with iron bars and heavy chains, she needed to squeeze her body through the bars without making any noise, luckily, it was another stormy night with generous rain and thunder, Sara made sure to only try and push herself through the bars when the thunder roared in the sky in order to mask the clutter those rusty bars made when slightly moved, it wasn't the easiest task but Sara was naturally flexible and thinly built, and after few attempts, she wa

“Hello, Detective Quinn. Glad you could make it.” “Thanks again for your help. I wasn’t sure who I could trust, and when I saw you in my dreams, I felt like I could trust you.” She turned out the living room lamps and closed the blinds. Sara was sound asleep in her bedroom with soft music playing in the background. He watched as she set the candles up in the living room not saying much of anything. “So today you wanted to try that spell in your grandmother’s book or are you wanting to try something else?”

Sara is small, tiny. But she’s their Sara. What if she hurt them? Nearing the living room entrance, I take a deep breath before peeking and looking into the living room. What I see has my entire heart breaking. END OF BOOK ONE

“Tera is so excited. I can’t believe I haven’t driven her in so long.” Elena shook her head. “I still can’t get used to you referring to your car like a person.” “She’s my second baby.” Elena frowned. “Second? Who’s the first?” “Mia. My cat.” Elena’s eyes widened. “You have a cat?” “Yes.” Sara smiled. “Want to see a picture?” “Please.” Sara reached for her phone on the passenger seat, tapped on it for a moment and handed it over. “Isn’t she gorgeous? She can be too sassy for her own good but she’s the cutest fur baby ever.”

- Sara now slightly shakes her head "If they're not monsters, what torments you, Sarita?" I want to help you so that they disappear from your head – Sara simply remains silent and again they had lost the thread of the conversation, Lorena detected that talking about her demons, made Sara lose herself in her bad state again, she would have to find a way to get them out of her without losing her again.

Clearly Dmitri needs to make up his mind about her death but the real question is: quick and easy, or slow and agonizing? An annoying ringing filled the silent air and Dmitri realised it was his mobile phone ringing and, without looking at the caller ID, he answered groggily. "Hello?" A female voice, struggling to breathe, huffing and puffing as if she ran to China and back. "D-Dmitri!" It was Sara. "I have...to tell...you...something!" She wheezed through her ragged breathing. She sounded exhausted. "Hold on, Sara, take a deep breath and slow down-"

“I will never give up on you, Sara. I would fight until the end to save you.” We hugged again, a hug of reconciliation and relief. I tried to explain the feeling I had at that moment to myself, but I couldn’t describe it. It felt both good and terrifying to know Sara was free from Peter and alive. The sound of Sara’s phone ringing inside her bag, which lay on the couch interrupted the moment. She reached out a trembling hand to pick it up. When Sara saw the number on the caller ID, she panicked. Her face suddenly went pale, and she wilted as if her knees were weakening, slowly losing strength.