Sadie Adler Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Sienna: I sat at the small wooden desk in my room, my fingers hovering over the trackpad of my laptop. A list of job postings filled the screen, each one a potential escape, a chance to regain some of the independence I had lost. Each one of them was making me more determined to work hard to get what I needed. If I was just going to sit back here, I was just going to end up being thrown out and I could not risk that for myself or my daughter.

“It’s a fishbowl.” “Drink this,” Charlie pushes her cider towards Sadie, whom I’ve never seen drink anything stronger than a Coke. “It’ll put hair on your chest.” “I don’t want hair on my chest,” Sadie squeaks, but she drinks. “I never saw you with him. He was so”—Adele makes a face—“fake. The opposite of you, sweetheart.” “Opposites attach,” I put in. “Oops, I mean attack. No, attract.” I pat my lips to apologize for the word jumble. I’m always flubbing up expressions. It’s a special gift of mine.

“There’s still so much I wanna tell you sometime. Some … time. I’ve been there, man. I had the most perfect girl about twelve years ago. She was sexy, beautiful. Way outta my league. She was a she-wolf believe it or not. I couldn’t subject her to my life. It’s not a life for a good girl, and rather than drag her through my bull shit I left her. I was certain it wrecked her, it damn near killed me. But any pain she had from our break-up would have paled in comparison to her seeing me how I really am. I still don’t think she even fully understood what I was, I never wanted her to see. I’ve lived two full lifetimes over decades but there’s never been a Sadie. Nowhere close. But it was for the b

“How old are you?” “I’m thirteen,” replied Sadie, who was already dressed and emptying her barrel of water. “I’ve been here three weeks longer than Lydia. I’m originally from a small coven on the other side of the country, but my parents grew up here and learned their craft from Elders Albert and Laurel, and they wanted my big sister and I to have the same education.” “Your whole family are witches?” “Yep. It means I get to see them a lot more often, because they can teleport here whenever they want. My sister Delilah is sixteen, she also lives here in the main house but refuses to share a room with me,” she replied, frowning after mentioning her sister.

" Hana said, of course, she was confused by Sadie's unreasonable words. Only an Omega can conceive that quickly from the first time the Alpha mated them, so, strangely, Sadie feels like she's not an Omega. "I don't know who I am, but I know I'm not an Omega, maybe I'm just an ordinary human like you, I'm a Beta, or maybe I'm—"

He laughed, “but that’s why I am the Beta and she isn’t. It takes a certain mindset.” Beta Finn’s mate, Sadie was a stay at home mom. She was really friendly and she seemed like a good woman. They had four kids together, the oldest was Jamie. He was eighteen and from what I could tell, a real player. He wasn’t the best influence on Ari either, who was seventeen and almost just as bad. They reminded me both of Asher, in what seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!” With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, “That’s right! It’s her. This woman is called Adalind. She’s 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan.”

He would be very handsome if he wasn’t such a jerk. “It was pointless. Just like this entire thing,” I say sourly. All this has put me in a bad mood. Mainly it’s because of my situation. And also because of Alden. “Well, I’m sure he adored you,” she says, squinting her eyes slightly. Liar. Sermon leaves with her staff not much longer after. She leaves me with a small piece of paper that I examine. Type B Name: Marigold Application: Topical

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.