Novel & Cerita Love Me Sarah Walker

its time for her to be set free. **** **** In Lucas's mansion. Sarah is standing before the mirror as tears rolled down her cheeks.This was not the kind of life she wanted for herself,she wanted to marry whom she loved and not a stranger. Her life was ruined because of Kelvin and her rapists she wouldn't even forgive them. SARAH'S POV. I never thought a day would come when I will be sold by the people I called family.I knew they didn't like or accept me but I didn't know they hated me to the extent of selling me off.

With a heavy heart, Sarah stepped forward, her voice filled with tenderness as she whispered, "Aldo, I love you too." Aldo's eyes met hers, a bittersweet muddle of understanding and regret gleaming within them. He nodded, a silent acknowledgement of the painful sacrifice they both had to make. With unsteady steps, he gestured towards the entrance, silently granting her freedom. Sarah paused for a moment, her heart heavy with the weight of the choice she was about to make. With a final glance at the man who had captured her heart, Sarah turned and walked out into the night, leaving the mansion and the life she had known behind.

She said as she tried to get up and leave the room, but I stepped in front of her and said, “You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what you took from me.” “I only took a few. You are in love with the Master, I can see it. What I took would get in the way of your feelings for him.” Sarah pleads with me and I can tell she cares a lot for Travis. “I know you knew my mother and you did the same thing to her.” I tell her and she looks up at me like she is shocked I knew. “I only took away what the Master asked me to. Your mother should never have known what I took from her.” Sarah tells me and I am a bit confused.

"I've been thinking about how to say I love you so that I may persuade you that love has nothing to do with pity or possession these days." Kevin's voice became the only thing that existed in the silence when the fireworks outside the window ended. "I love you even if it doesn't make sense to you." I continued to push him away. I've never been loved. I was terrified. You didn't have to think about it to understand how humiliated I was right now. I was in a trance, tears streaming down my face like leaky faucets. How could he fall for someone like me? There were plenty of colourful and gorgeous things worth appreciating in the world, but I wasn't one of them.

“And I hated it. But this… this right here… this is the truth. This is what you really are. Broken and messy and perfect only for me. You are mine, Moissanite. If I see anyone even close to getting that close to you… I will take you right there in front of them if I have to, just to make sure they know. Just to make sure they never even think about touching what is mine.” “I know,” I breathed, still trembling, still feeling him everywhere inside me and all over me. “I know. I will never do it again. I only want you. I only love you.” He squeezed my thigh hard one last time under the table, right where everyone couldn’t see. “Good, because I don’t share. I don’t give pieces away, I take it al

If I was too soft, they would see me as weak. If I was too hard, they would see me as a tyrant who had forgotten where she came from. "Why?" I asked. My voice was calm, cutting through her sobs. Sarah looked at me. "Luna... Helen... please." "Why did you do it, Sarah?" I repeated. "Karl paid you. I saw the ledger. Five hundred credits a month. Was it greed?" "No!" Sarah cried. "It wasn't greed! It was... my mother." I frowned. "Your mother?" "She has the Wasting Sickness," Sarah whispered. "The medicine... it costs so much. Karl promised... he promised he would pay for her treatment at the Silver River clinic if I just... if I just planted the bugs." She looked at the floor, shame radiating

Both men froze and looked at her, sarah stepped out from behind Damian, eyes blazing with anger tears were in them but she stood tall "Stop it!" Sarah shouted. "Stop fighting over me like I’m land! I’m not a prize for Shadow Fang and I’m not a trophy for Blackwood!" She looked at Christopher. "You broke my heart and you left me to your elders, you let your pack treat me like trash you don’t get to pretend you’re my savior now!" Christopher flinched like she’d hit him he had no words sarah turned to Damian. "And Damian," Sarah said, voice shaking, "you saved my life and I’m grateful but don’t speak for me. Don’t decide where I belong. I’m carrying a child my only job is to keep this baby aliv

A small tremor runs through them. “Sarah. A year and eight months ago, I spilled coffee on you. You laughed instead of yelling. That’s when I knew you were different. Special. Mine.” Sound breaks in his words. A pause fills the air. Still, he goes on. Loving you showed something strange: miles between us mean less than trust. Fear tries hard, yet belief wins more often. Home? Not four walls, but your laugh by the window. When your goals feel too big, I will stand anyway. Certain or confused, my care stays. Each morning, I’ll be there - right beside you - for all the days we have left. To me, Sarah, you’re where I belong. Always

“Love is what destroyed us all.” Damon shifted slightly, subtly shielding Sarah with his body. “No, Katrina. Love is what made me survive you.” Her smile cracked. A tremor passed through her hand. “Put the gun down,” Sarah said gently, her voice firm but calm. “You don’t have to do this.” Katrina’s gaze flicked to her. “And you. The coffee girl who thinks she’s a queen now. You stole everything I was promised.” “I didn’t steal anything,” Sarah replied. “You were gone. Damon moved on. People do.”

Sarah turned her eyes from me back to him from where she lounged and smiled. She liked what she saw. Her face was so open and she looked… relieved, and affectionate, that Carl could be himself, could show how he felt. About me. And if there was any doubt in my mind about how Sarah felt about Carl, it was obliterated at that very moment. She truly loved him. And all this would be considered crazy by others, but of the four of us here, it was Sarah who’d lived a pretty insane, shitty life. Her experiences had brutally destroyed her filters. And she would love someone a different, radicalized way than most of us.