Jareth X Sarah Novels & Stories

I hurried pass the students, increasing my pace. “Why does she get to marry Damian? She isn’t so pretty,” “Oh my goodness, Sarah is getting married to Damian. My father confirmed it.” “I heard they were forced by both parents— because why would Damian end up with someone like her? She is just plain, there’s nothing juicy about her!” “I detest her even more,” My head was spinning from all the voices, and I almost tripped, but Zara’s presence saved me. "Sarah!" She called, holding my hand. I hadn’t told her about my marriage to Damian, and I knew she wanted some explanation but I was grateful that she showed up in time.

"Yes, Sarah?" Sarah gave a mocking glare to Betty and lean towards Stefan. "Stefan, do you know her?" Stefan turned his head in the direction Sarah was pointing and found somebody was standing, he tried to look but his vision was blurring because of being tipsy. "No." Stefan nods his head. "She is Betty James." "I don't know any Betty James." "But she is calling herself your wife." Stefan gave a scanning glare to Sarah from head to toe and chuckled.

His touch sent shock waves down my spine and he whispered, "here's your birthday gift, Sarah. Open it and see if you like it." I nodded and grabbed the delicate box with shaky hands. The moment I opened it, my hazel eyes settled on a beautiful diamond studded necklace. It has an S charm in the shape of infinity symbol. "Probably, 'S' refers to my name," I mentally quoted. A genuine smile spread across my lips as I brushed my fingers across it, and muttered, "It's beautiful, Dom." He hummed in satisfaction, "not as beautiful as you, Sarah!" I panted, hearing his words as I felt the heat of his body. We gazed at each other through the mirror with blazing flames in our eyes.

I said to her and went upstairs to go tuck Wayne to bed, I laid him on the bed and covered him properly, making sure his head was laid properly before I left. I was coming downstairs when I sighted Sarah seated on the couch, she was staring into space, looking as gentle as ever, “I got to get and sat on the couch opposite to hers” “You're back” She muttered looking up at me, “Hmm, your bracelet, where did you get that from?” “Oh this” She touched it, “It was from my ex-husband”

Anyway, I made sure to perfectly sneak them in yesterday night and was going to gift them when Sarah gets her new job. But there’s no harm in gifting a little early, right? I don’t want my terrible family or Sarah’s to look down on Raya and Sarah. It is almost certain that my mother has planned a buffet of humiliation for this dinner. Why else would she have the guts to kidnap Sarah? I just… I have to find a way to sever the terrible connection with those people. They have done enough. ~~~ SARAH PIERCE “I said I need to see my daughter!” I screamed again, my legs kicking as the men carried me out of the vehicle, which travelled for a while before halting.

Dom’s teeth moved over my skin and I let out a sigh of pleasure. He growled against my skin, the sound going straight to my core. “Let’s finish our drinks, then I want to fuck you on the beach.” ***Dom POV*** Sarah and I lay under the sun, looking out at the blue water of the ocean. The drinks were strong and fruity. I thought about what Sarah had told me about her ex. I’d barely been able to contain my wolf when she’d told me that she’d planned to propose to her ex. The beast and I had both wanted to hunt down the man, to make him pay for how he’d hurt what was ours.

Realizing I actually had the audacity to ignore her, Sarah instantly grew enraged. "Jonathan, this is only our first day of being engaged, yet you already dare to treat me this way? Honestly, what did I expect from someone who came from the bottom of society? No matter how much you gild yourself, there's no changing the fact that you're still that same despicable person!" My eyes flew open. She had struck a sore spot I had carried since I was young. She was the one in the wrong, yet she had so carelessly ripped open an old wound of mine.

she yells before storming toward the plane. Jacob walks up to us. "Harvey, do you really think it's wise to bring Sarah?" he asks. Does he feel anything seeing me? I can't tell. "I know you guys have a history, but that's in the past. Sarah understands you don't love her anymore and has moved on. She's only coming because Tamara needs her help with the wedding. You know they're best friends," Harvey explains. "Hmm, alright." Jacob nods and walks to the plane. It's clear that he doesn't buy our story, but he doesn't want to push the matter either.

I asked, my eyes were blazing in anger and we're ready to burn whoever stood in my way. “Can you hold on a minute! It's not what you think! What's with you?” Sarah charged back at me the moment she got her strength back. “What do you mean it's not what I think? I come in here to find my fiance shirtless and you on him. Are you that cheap? Is that how desperate you are for him to love you? Face it Sarah! You are not loveable because you know what? Every single person you've ever loved left you at the end!”

I started calmly. “Mum, just understand him. He means no harm. He just loves me. I love him too,” Sarah pleaded. Juliette's gaze locked onto me. I could tell that her brain was reeling at the moment, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking of. “You love Sarah, right?” She leaned closer to me. “Yes ma,” I replied firmly while maintaining a close eye contact with her. I know really she had some tricks up her sleeves. The look on her face said it all. My instincts flared as we engaged in a fierce eye gaze competition.