Give Me More Sara Cate Novels & Stories

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Sara went downstairs and Matilda started smiling as she saw her. "Sara, dear, you look stunning!" Matilda exclaimed, hurrying over to greet her. Matilda drove Sara over to a cluster of women who looked their age (45ish) or so. Matilda looked at Sara and said in this soft voice, "Matilda, Sara, these are my friends." Meet Rachel, Elizabeth, and Catherine. This is Sara — Austin’s girlfriend."

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

That’s the one thing I’ve ever truly wanted. “Mia, stop asking so many questions,” Catherine says, her tone firm but still friendly. “Sit here, and Serah, sit there so we can apply makeup on you. We don’t have much time. Someone special will be the one to tell you what is going on.” With a silent exchange of glances, Serah and I obey her instructions without protest. We take our seats, trying to silence the millions of questions dancing in our minds.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Blake said, lifting his arms into the air in defeat; as Sara laughed, she abruptly stopped. “Greetings, Sara. I’m Tabby, Tabitha’s deceased twin sister.” Tabby suddenly appeared in front of Sara from the jade ring. “Ahh!” Sara screamed and jumped into Blake’s arms. “Tabby, it’s okay, Sara. It’s only Tabby, Tabitha’s sister. She’s complicated right now, only know she will not hurt you.” Blake said, calming Sara. “So, it’s all true? All of it?” Sara asked, looking into Blake’s face for some type of doubt.

There were fewer people in the lobby and I just quietly made my way out when I heard my name being called. I looked back to see Sarah running towards me. "What are you doing here? Our classes ended long back." She asked out of breath. "Yeah, something happened. Why are you still here?" "Hades has his classes, so I wait for him." She shrugged. I nodded. "I really want you to meet him. Even my other friends. Hannah, Derrick, and Noah." She let out excitedly. And I smiled at her excitement.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

“Thank you, Sara.” A knock on the door interrupted us, and Zack called out for the person to enter. The door swung open, revealing Cassandra Walker. She was stunning, with an effortless grace and beauty that made my heart sink. She was around my age, maybe a bit older, and exuded confidence. Zack was momentarily stunned by her appearance, his eyes widening slightly before he regained his composure. “Cassandra, welcome. Please, come in.” Cassandra smiled, a radiant, captivating smile that made me feel an unexpected pang of jealousy. As she approached, Zack introduced me. “This is Sara, my personal assistant.”