Sadie Book Novels & Stories

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Contrasting with her evil heart, Sadie was quite beautiful. Her flaxen wavy hair complemented her enchanting face and deep, beautiful eyes—a true beauty of the glamorous kind. But such a beautiful person harbored a cruel heart, which was a terrible waste. "Miss Harriet, hello, I’m Sadie." Sadie recognized Harriet immediately upon seeing her and smiled as she extended her hand for a shake. She didn't expect the Bass brothers to actually bring Harriet to Imperium. But it was just as well—if her people in Meawood City couldn't kill Harriet, then let Harriet die here, in her territory.

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."

And annoyingly enough— I smiled. By Friday evening, I was mentally exhausted. My brain hurt. My shoulders hurt. Even my heels hurt. Adult life was wicked. I was just shutting down my computer when my office door opened. Sadie walked in dramatically wearing oversized sunglasses and a fitted red jumpsuit. “How did you even get in here?” I laughed. She removed the glasses slowly. “I said I was here to save an overworked corporate babe.” “That actually worked?” “No. I bribed the receptionist with cupcakes.”

I took a deep breath, got my tablet, and started reading my emails. “Woah! Aren’t you going to check on your bride-to-be, Blake? Aren’t you excited to... you know... roar!” He teased, but I smiled smugly. “We get to see every month for the wedding preparations, Matthew.” Sadie seemed to enjoy the travel abroad. While I worked, Sadie has enjoyed the unlimited perks of shopping on her trips. “That woman knew how to spend money well,” I shook my head. “She has changed. She wasn’t the same Sadie I knew,” A sad smile curved my lips.

⁠ Her pajamas were​ rumpled, hair messy, b‌ut Sadie did⁠n’t seem to notice. “W‍ell⁠,” Sadie sa‍id, grin⁠ning, “this is what comes w‌ith a div‍orce. You’ve g‌ot to do a tour. Look around your environment like a normal‌ person‌ for​ onc​e.” Jessica smiled softly. “Maybe I‍ should​ write a book to keep my⁠self busy.” “Now you’ve got​ time,” Sadi‍e said, t​wirling toward the wardrobe. “Look, we nee‌d to get you‍ out of th⁠is apartment and back in the game.”

Sadie looked down. She could not help thinking about how ironic this was. She pushed away the glasses on the table, picked up the case of vodka from the floor, and put it on the table. "It's pretty slow to drink by the glass, Mr. Umbridge. It would be insincere of me to start small. How about drinking by the bottle?" Sadie did not become the top social butterfly of Seaport because of her beauty alone. She had brains and great emotional intelligence.

(And do they have trash cans here? Sadie steps out of the room wearing an oversized pink tee with the statement “cute but psycho” glitched across her chest and grey jogging pants. She runs straight to the drawer while putting her mask in her back pocket. She's sits down with her legs crossed in front of it, and runs her fingers through its contents. I decide to bring my ask down to my chin, feeling more of the fresh Earthy breeze pass through my nose sit on the bed without asking. Somehow, Sadie did not notice and instead chose specific notebooks, pens, papers, and small boxes then drop them inside another backpack, which has a doodle design. She stands up and walks over to the bookshelf to

Sadie Sterling had always been the odd one out. In school the other girls talked about lipstick shades and who had held whose hand behind the bleachers. Sadie talked about the way a calf’s ears twitched when it was about to nurse, or how the alpacas hummed when they were content.

He was beyond excited. A FEW YEARS LATER! Jayda had just come back from her company. She needed to submit the last piece of her new Book for it to be edited. "Finally, you're back." Sadie was the first to greet her with a broad smile. Funny enough, Sadie was now very caring and loving to Jayda that it made her feel her mother's presence once more. "Yes, Sadie. Where are my babies?" She asked, sitting on a couch as she started to take off her stiletto heels.