Sadie Book Novels & Stories

Gave her mercy. And now, hours later, I was still thinking about the mud on her dress… the defiant tilt of her chin… the wild way she clutched that ridiculous shoe like she was going to throw it again. Sadie Summer. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t flatter. She didn’t fawn. She looked me in the eye and spoke like she had nothing to lose—like she’d rather be ruined than be silent. Most people shrink when I walk into a room.

To outsiders, it seemed like Arya didn’t know the woman. When Arya said this, Sandy’s body froze and another round of tears streamed from her eyes. “Arya, please! I’m sorry but it’s about Jace! They- they took him and there was blood and… and- Arya please!” Sandy got on her knees and begged once more, her voice cracking up and her face drenched in tears. How pitiful. Some say the most painful thing emotionally is losing a child. Arya could believe it seeing the once proud and rude woman kneeling in front of her, pleading for her to save her son’s life.

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.

# Chapter Eleven: Sadie Sadie Whitlock arrived on a Saturday morning with a backpack covered in embroidered patches, an expression of deep suspicion aimed directly at Ivy, and absolutely no interest in pretending otherwise. "So you're the wife," she said, standing in the doorway of the penthouse with her arms crossed in a pose so precisely identical to Julian's own careful stillness that Ivy nearly laughed out loud. "Uncle Julian said you cook. Is that true or is that a lie adults tell kids to make things sound nicer than they are."

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

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.

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

Sadie’s POV "Do you think I’ve gained weight?" I asked Nicky from behind while facing the mirror. I was trying hard to check my stomach for any sign of change. I didn’t miss the sigh that escaped from my friend when she heard my question. "For the hundredth time, Sadie—nothing’s going to change in your body yet, for crying out loud! It’s been barely 24 hours since something happened between you two. I don’t even know if his sperm has met your egg cell yet!" she said exasperatedly.

I couldn't move or speak. Nemera opened my eyes. Noah stepped forward, clutching my hand. "Sadie, what's happening to you? What's going on?" Nemera gently withdrew her hand from his grasp, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Which truth do you want to hear? Do you want to know why my body is covered in scars from abuse? Do you want to know how our child died? Or do you want to know why my personality has changed so drastically? "Noah, if I tell you everything right now, will you dare to listen to me?"

3. Spoilt Stepdaughter's Seed Chapter One I slammed the door to my new bedroom so hard the fancy crystal light fixture rattled overhead. "This is bullshit!" I screamed, not caring who heard. Grounded. Me. Chloe fucking Harrington—well, now whatever the hell my new last name was supposed to be after Mom married that rich asshole. At nineteen, I'd already ditched my twelfth boyfriend because he bored me to tears in bed, and I'd torched my sixth so-called best friendship because those bitches couldn't keep up with my vibe. And now this? Locked down in this massive mansion like some prisoner because "you need to learn responsibility, young lady."