Novel & Cerita Just Like Home Sarah Gailey

I smiled. Sarah's surgery had been successful and she was starting to see things more clearly much to the joy of her brother and sister. The three siblings were the closest knit family I'd ever seen and I was very happy that I'd been able to help them out. There was no heart yet available but with the drugs that had been prescribed for her, she should be able to hold out a bit more until we found one for her. As we made our way downstairs and towards the front door, my phone rang in my pocket halting us and I quickly dug it out hoping it was Andres calling to tell me that a new heart was available but it wasn't him. It was a call from Imperial Heights.

Sarah smiled back at him too. At first, Kimara thought that Richard brought another woman to the party instead of that lowlife girl she met at the clothes store with his old nanny but on a closer look, it was, indeed, Sarah. Her flowy long gown with a bold metallic belt around her slender tummy made her look very exquisite. She was wearing a dark grey colored hand band on each of her slender hands and above the wrists which matched perfectly well with Richard's dark grey suit as if they were intentionally wearing a couple's outfit.

“I love you.” We kissed each other good night. And in five minutes, we were already in the dreamland together hand in hand. The scars were patched up with silky bandages and diamonds. A life I had never dreamed of having, now it fell right in my lap. Finally, I was home.

In a cold, icy voice, she snapped, "Explain? Why don't you go and explain your bigamy to the judge instead!" She then turned on her heels and left, leaving the pale couple behind. An unprecedentedly fierce argument erupted in the Sherman family household that night. Cathy slammed the incriminating photos of Isaac's and Vivian's adultery in front of Mom and Dad and played the recording for them again. At first, Mom refused to believe her. "This must just be a misunderstanding, Cathy! Vivian is so naive and innocent—" Cathy laughed shrilly. "Naive? Innocent? She climbed into your eldest son's bed and talked about taking your eminent domain compensation away, and you still call that naive and i

Turning his full attention back to his mate, Jax simply scooped Ginny up into his arms, carrying her over the threshold and up the grand staircase so she wouldn't have to take another exhausting step. Meanwhile, Sarah had slipped through the front doors right behind them. The moment the eighteen-year-old stepped over the threshold, her fiercely stoic, lethal bodyguard persona completely melted away. Her shoulders dropped, and she let out a quiet sigh, her sharp Lycan senses immediately stretching out through the quiet hum of the packhouse to track her mate's familiar scent. She followed the trail down the long hallway, heading straight for the bright, airy sunroom at the back of the house. S

I knocked again, harder this time. The curtain in the window next to the door moved just a little. I saw an eye peek through, then disappear. A few seconds later, the door opened just a little. Sarah's face appeared in the gap. She looked different than she did on TV. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and she wore sweatpants and an oversized sweater. No makeup. Which was very weird. Sarah always wore makeup. She knew how beautiful she was and never wasted time flaunting it. The last gala must have wounded her pride so much for her to be looking like this.

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

Sarah says in a teasing tone. "Just tell me where you are, Sarah," I growl through gritted teeth. "I'm at home," she responds with a dramatic sigh. "Reading a book. Being all by my lonesome. And I miss you." I stop in my tracks. "You miss me?" "As if! That was total sarcasm. Why would I ever miss someone as obnoxious as you?" Sarah snorts. With a seductive tone, I whisper, "Because no one else can make you feel as good as I do."

“Up to the house, before you catch your death of cold. Get dressed and I’ll take you home.” The drive back to Sarah’s house was quiet, relaxed. She leaned against him, holding Jax’s body differently now. She was a woman who’d seen it up close, who’d touched it intimately, who’d had a mind-blowing orgasm wrapped around it. She didn’t own it, but she did have a claim on it, and she staked that claim with a vengeance.

No way... I froze in surprise. How many times had it already been today? Was he really that desperate? Good thing everyone had gone home. If they heard that noise, who knew what they would think? I went over to see what was happening. Shane was inside, looking upset again. He was crying. God… I had to admit, he looked completely different when he cried… almost captivating. I could not believe what I was seeing. "Come here... Help me get up," he said.