Sad Names Novels & Stories

12, 2015) Mother: Jasmine M. Smith: Jan 13, 1958, (Alive) Father: Raymond M. Bennett: July 13, 1952, (Alive) Siblings: Ryan C. Miller: Oct.24, 2001 (Alive, Single) Aiden K. Miller: Sep. 27, 2004 (Alive, Single) Social Circle: Introvert. Friends: 23 (Mainly At University) Close Friends: 2 (Andrea Roman, Rory Jameson)

Sadie’s voice pleading. “But I decided…” my voice trailed. “We decided we wanted to be mates, so we are. I don’t care about anyone else. We don’t understand what else you want us to do because no one will tell us! Why can’t we just be happy together?” Sadie sighed; Creed was shifting from side to side, his scales rippling down his arm. If I continued to show my frustration, Creed was only going to get upset.

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

She knew how Sane easily got scared that was why she was so good at scaring him. Not to mention that the tomb that he was looking at a while ago was really scary as is. "The S in Sane stands for scared," she said, grinning. "The R in Haniel stands for respect," he said before making a face. She nodded, smiling before grinning once more. She walked beside him before dropping her gaze to look at the tomb. "Why were you even staring at it? You looked so serious, it was really funny. If you've only seen your face!" she said, giggling.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

Sadness is something that they hug all time. Well, not all girls are like that however, eighty percent are similar this way which was why Kayle spoke this way. “Brother, it’s not like that…” embarrassed Mary packing her fist on her lap as her cheek turned pink. Kayle just chuckled. When silence fell, soon noises of children crying and shouting started bursting within the walls of the offices, “They are waking up now. After having their breakfast, the little toddlers fell asleep yet this is the time they wake up. That’s why you get to hear such noises.”

Emily said. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you mean and all this scares me, I have to go now, excuse me," Sadie said and left Emily just like that, but she knew, Sadie was an Omega. To be continued…

Sade was an immensely greedy man, but also a prideful one. He had struck up a deal with an evil god back in the day, thinking that he would be able to join forces with the evil god in around fifty thousand years to kill Richardson and then become the most powerful dimensional guardian in the universe. Sade wanted to rule the universe, but his ulterior motives were completely exposed. This drove him nuts, and he shouted in disbelief as a pillar of light shot out of his palms towards Hailey and Kayleen. "To hell with you and this despicable plan of yours!"

Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave. CHAPTER one: ••• “Dad, you can’t possibly be serious right now! Please tell me this is a lie,” Sadie cried into her phone, her eyes watery with unshed tears. She felt like she could barely breathe and was numb all over; she hoped this was all a dream. Her hands were almost pale white, clinging to the grimy three-year-old phone in a tight grip. She was barely making enough to replace the cracked screen after it had met with horrid accidents ever since she began fending for herself with part-time jobs.