Sad Names Novels & Stories

Mia asked, her voice laced with concern as she picked up on Selena's distress. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Selena's voice trembled as she relayed the disheartening news. "You were right," she began, her words heavy with disappointment. "Satana won't physically harm them, but they are both losing their rights to become alpha in less than 7 hours."

Karen's impatience did not sit well with Sadie. "Do you think the people in our circle are stupid? They know that I'm not his daughter, and he's not even my real father! I don't even know who my real father is," Sadie retorted sarcastically, leaving Karen feeling awkward.

He could tell she was shaken to the core by what was happening to them, he drew her into his arms and they both scream out in fear when another lightening struck again, and the plane nosedived into the forest where the other part engulfed with fire, burning them beyond recognition. It was a memorable sad day for Salazar, not wanting Alex to know what had happened, he flew Alex to NYC for his studies. Alex was not fool at seventeen, he knew something was wrong the moment his father who tired to hide his grief but failed woefully sent him hastily to complete his education in NYC. Salazar had given Annie and Marcus a befitting burial, compensated Marcus family with millions of dollars and schol

Nai: “You okay there Naraja? You're lookin’ a little sad n’ wonky in the face. You okay? You okay?” Naraja: “I hear you! I hear you! Geez! First of all, who the hell says ‘sad ‘n wonky’ in the same sentence and I’m alright, I’m alright my face just tends to do this, don't worry about it too much, k.” Nai: “Hmmm, if y’a say so but if there’s something bothering you, just say so.” Naraja: “Aah, ‘just say so’, huh. I’ll keep that in mind in the back of my mind as a mental tab...”

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

His soothing words cut her off, "Hey, hey.. It's okay. I'm sorry... " But Sre cried harder. Crawling into his lap as she hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. His chin on her head, Xaver's arms caged her like prison bars restricting an inmate. His adam's apple ascended and descended as he swallowed, Dinah was right... Sreya's in danger. And he'd been too angry to even think about it.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

Sandra went wild, striking Grayson over and over, her face twisted and frightening. Bobby pushed at Grayson too, his small hands shoving with all his strength as he shouted, "Bad Daddy! You're my daddy! Your house, everything you have—it should all belong to me and Mommy!" Grayson's gaze hardened. "Did you teach him that, Sandra? When did I ever say that everything I have belongs to you?" Sandra stared at him as if the answer were obvious. "You want to be with me, don't you? Once I become your wife, everything you own will belong to me and Bobby."

I find it cute. “I knew it!” Austin said. Sadie’s expression changes to a smirk the moment they look at them, blush still present. “Sooooo give me what I want~” “Well, what do you want?” Liam asked. “Hmm…” Sadie tilts her head and puts her finger on her chin. “An electric guitar!” “You gotta be kidding me,” Bob said. “No! I mean my dream guitar is on sale! From six-kay to one-point-eight?! Sweet deal!”

“He makes me feel safe. Even when I’m not sure where the hell I am.” “…Okay,” Sadie said slowly. “Okay. But I’m keeping your location on ‘Find My Friends’ as soon as you’re back in the city. I don’t care if you live happily ever after or not, you are not vanishing into the sea with some brooding muscle god without giving me a breadcrumb trail.” “Deal,” I said, chuckling. “Also, if I die mysteriously, I want my funeral playlist to include one emotional Taylor Swift ballad.”