Sadie Adler Novels & Stories

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

I leaned against the wall, staring into the distance. "I can't believe he's gone!" Fred exclaimed, and Natalia was too stunned to speak. "He endured enough," I managed to say. "He was sick for more than three years.” "I'm sorry," Natalia said quietly, drawing my attention to the wedding band on her ring finger. My life had devolved into a circus show, starring my mad wolf, my mother, who died of bitterness, my lover, whose dad was my enemy, and my wife, whom I didn't love.

I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks. "Oh! Where is Drake then? He got fired?" Her voice gets low, exhibiting the feeling of sadness openly. “No, he shifted to another building. Please call on private phones, the property of the company can only be used for professional work.” I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation.

I listened to her voice as she cackled before turning into a full blown hysterical laughter. " Wait a minute!." - She panted, laughing in between the gaps. "Repeat that again ma'am." I frowned, not understanding what was so funny about opening an account. "What's so funny?" - I asked sternly. Her cackles stopped, "I'm sorry........ Miss Selene." "It's just that - in this day and age. Not having a social media account is kind of............. unheard. It's actually become a necessity and you not having it -"

My sister has a bothered expression on her face. "Besides," I say in a humorous tone. "What do you know about sex? You're devoted to Christ, right?" "Frank," Sadie says with a smile and pushes my head back gently. "I am twenty-seven years old. Yah know any virgins my age?" "Nuns and priests." "I'm not them." "Steve Carrell in that one movie." "Hush."

Her flat stomach flowed to hips that were just wide enough to be sensual. Sadie was my secretary. My friend, my right hand. She knew everything. She typed out the emails I sent to investors while crying in the bathroom stall as I puked out my guts She probably reminded Cade of my birthday. She was sitting beside Cade on the couch, and they looked like a fucking family. Her legs were crossed at the ankle like she owned the place, and Cade, he looked up and had the audacity to smile. “Lyssandra,” he said calmly, like he didn’t just take a dump in the middle of my existence.

He watched as he behind jiggled with every step she took before she disappeared in corner. "Do me a favor, Dante?" Silvio said watching at corner we where she went to. Dante tensed. "Prepare me a file on that girl." He said before walking where she went. ~ Name: Sadie Quintin. Age: 27 years. Father's name: Brian Quintin. Mother's name: Alexa Blake. Sister: Olivia Quintin. Profession: Doctor. Lives with her sister in apartment near Johansson street. Real father is dead. Raised by step father after real mother abandoned her. Step father is heart patience, admitted in city hospital.

She wiped at her tears with trembling hands, her sobs echoing in the growing silence. “Oh, brother,” Lotus groaned, exasperated. “She’s one hell of an actress.” I almost laughed at the absurdity, but the anger in me was too strong. “You’re supposed to spend time with me—and our unborn pup,” Sade pleaded, her voice trembling on the edge of hysteria. “Not that wolfless girl. She’ll only embarrass you. She has no sense of taste or etiquette.” “Are you done?” I snapped, the final thread of patience snapping. Sade flinched, recoiling as though I’d struck her. “Because I am.”

Alexander dropped his hand and turned toward her, his face schooled into polite amusement. I smiled politely as the older woman approached us, her champagne flute glittering in the light. Her eyes flicked between Alexander and me with undisguised delight, and it wasn’t until she came close enough that I realized she wasn’t just anyone. Alexander greeted her before I could even blink. "Sadie," he said warmly, inclining his head in recognition before turning to me. "My love, this is one of our longest-standing investors, Sadie Kennedy. She's supported the company since before I was born."

Chloe stared in disbelief at the woman on the opposite side of the glass while she replayed the conversation she’d just had with her. “I do this for science,” the pretty nineteen-year-old blonde, called Sadie, stated with a thick southern drawl. “How did you come to know about Dr. Sudnik’s project?” Chloe asked. “Were you living in Philadelphia?” “Oh no,” Sadie said with a light chuckle. “I ain’t never left the mountain until the doc showed up. He paid my parents a goodly sum for me to participate. Poverty runs deep in the Appalachian Mountains. I was happy to do this to help the family.”