Gravity Sara Cate Novels & Stories

Sarah replied. Sister Gladys offered her a single nod and exited the room. When she was gone, Sarah stood awkwardly for a moment, watching the quietly women stare back at her in scrutiny. Then another one closest to her, sitting on the lower bunk, stood up and smiled warmly, breaking the weird silence much to her relief. "I'm Sister Anita, this is Sister Florence..." She gestured to the first woman who had approached her from the upper bunk, then she finally pointed at the last woman sitting on the last bunk bed. "...and that over there is Sister Yin." Sarah craned her neck to see the last woman, just noticing that the women were of different races. Anita was an African-American, Florence lo

No matter who it was—Kelvin or Gilbert—Sara's ultimate goal was to stir up trouble for them. When she could not find a weak spot in Kisa's relationship with Gilbert, she targeted Kelvin and Gracie. Gracie, with her pure heart and strong sense of justice, was an easy target for Sara.

, things were falling apart. Jonathan was erratic, Jessica was nowhere to be seen, and the pack was restless. I wanted something, anything, to take my mind off the mess. I thought about her at that moment. Sara... The daughter of Gamma. Her eyes had been on me for days now, lingering longer than was necessary. It seemed obvious to me. Every time someone showed interest in me, I could tell. However, I hadn't thought much about it until today. Tonight, though, I needed an escape. I found her near the training grounds, standing alone, her arms crossed as she gazed up at the stars. She looked deep in thought, but when she saw me approaching, a small smile played on her lips. “Couldn’t sleep?” sh

Fire and defiance radiated from her as she screamed into the open air, her fists trembling, her voice thick with pain and fury. James froze. The world tilted. She wasn’t just a slave, she was a storm wrapped in skin. Beautiful, yes, but not in any delicate way. She was bold. Wild. Unbroken. A spark that refused to die. “That’s Sara,” Selena said softly. “She’s an orphan. Been here for years. Stronger than most men I know.” But before James could reply, Lord Varek’s face twisted into rage. With a growl, he charged forward, grabbed Sara mid-sentence, and threw her to the ground. Without hesitation, he began to strike her.

When they heard her conversation with her brother, everyone felt nauseated just by looking at her. “So, this is the goddess that you all have been hyping about? I think the dress she is wearing reflects the exact color of her heart.” Sara held her head and screamed. She could not believe what was happening. She looked at Elara and shouted like a maniac, “You are supposed to be dead!” Elara pursed her lips as she showed another video, “Oh, are you talking about this?” The video showed how Sara had fired shots at Elara and Chad without hesitation.

“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.”

‍ Zara is jus‍t lea⁠vin‌g. “I know. I’​m just—yo‍you're growi​ng up to​o fast‌.” “‍I’‍m eighte‌en‌. That’⁠s normal growing speed.” ​“Still too fast.” We g‌et her settled. Meet her roommate—a girl named Sarah. “​Another Sarah!” I‌ excl⁠aim. “‌Is​ that weird?” Zara asks. “No​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.”

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.

There was no fight in us. She held on to Scarlett's sweater and murmured some things while holding the crystal. She continued until her eyes turned a dull white colour. No glow; her iris just disappeared. "Magic, pleasure, pain, deception, rage, lust, longing, tears, desire, confidence, courage, Midnight, Alpha!" she said, her eyes turning to normal. She gasped and dropped the sweater, trying to catch her breath. "What is it ?" I asked her, and she looked at me.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”