Needlemouse Sarah Novels & Stories

“Congrats babe, we gotta go before Tami gets on our asses. Byeee.” Tami…I could celebrate not seeing her throughout the “mini vacay.” * * * SARAH’S POV She pressed the small pocket knife into her hand, and watched as the spot the blade nicked as a crimson droplet formed. She had given up on calling Tami a week ago. The girl treated her like a nuisance whenever they spoke, which made Sarah feel stupid. She should’ve seen this coming. She thought she was the one using Tami, but forgot how it was for people who had power. She was the one being used the whole time. She moved the blade further down her arm and pressed it into her skin again. She discovered this hobby after she had seen Tami plott

One made for me, my mate and the future Luna of my pack. Quetsiyah is beautiful. She is sexy. Her voice is everything too. It keeps reiterating in my ears for even no reason. The hit across my face when she finally gained full control of her body? Was sexy as well. I love the feistiness. “Sarah is here, she is not listening to any of the instructions you left. No one could stop her.” Cullen mind links me. “This is what happens when you let a human in.” I mind link in response as my ears pick up her approaching footsteps.

Fuck being nice. “You're welcome," I told him as I stuck the tip of the knife into his cock. That should do. Audrey and Enzo were standing behind waiting for me. “Got anything important?" Audrey asked “All I know is it was a she. I suspect Sarah's sister," I told them straight. We walked out of the torture chambers where one of the men came rushing to me with my phone. I glanced through it to see three missed calls from Sarah.

Sarah said, her voice coming out in a trémulo thread as she closed the door behind her. She approached the edge of the bed, stopping two meters away for fear of my Alpha aura, which kept expanding like a tide of sulfur. “Did you bring it? Give me the inhibitor” I demanded, extending my right hand with claws still semi-open. Sarah hesitated a second, swallowing with difficulty. Slowly, she pulled out a pre-filled surgical glass syringe with the dense, silver liquid, extending her arm with a slowness that denoted her biological terror.