Sadie Graham Novels & Stories

My dearest Nathan. I just came back from checking you house four days ago. I was shocked to find they were packing the house up. I will assume this means you are moving away. I took to my bed for four days before I could write this. I do understand the reason why you feel the need to move. Your father has calmed down about Cassie and is not going to demand an annulment. He actually feels bad for Cassie and the life she had to endure at the hands of Marcella all those years. He said today that he welcomes her into the family with open arms. We both hope that you and Cassie may one day be blessed with children. I hope you are not moving to far away that I will not be able to come and visit. Pl

Sadie curled up into a ball at the corner while she released a quiet broken whimper. Grant maintained his watch on the High Luna as he stood in a tense position ready to attack. Victoria presented him with blood-marrow sweets while she wore a fake smile. "Feast, little Monroe," she purred. "Most pups hunger for such luxuries. Sadie is forbidden from tasting them, no matter how much she whines." Grant held his body in a straight upright position. "I have no hunger for the food of this house."

What kind of desperation or greed drove someone to risk their life for money they hadn't even begun to steal yet? Damien finished his whiskey and set the empty glass aside, his mind still racing with questions that had no answers. The only thing he knew for certain was that Sadie Blake—Sadie Cross now—was far more complicated than the simple gold-digger Gwen had described in the parking garage. There were layers to her performance, depths to her commitment that didn't quite match the profile of a woman motivated purely by financial gain.

Gray some documents. Dad pulled over at a kindergarten's entrance. I sat in the car and noticed the three or four-year-old girl beside Mr. Gray. Her hair was in pigtails, and her eyes were bright with innocence. She looked as beautiful as the dolls sold in shopping malls. Once Dad was back in the car, I hurriedly asked, "Was that Mr. Gray's daughter, Dad?" "That's his younger daughter. He has an older one who's about your age." Dad told me the little girl's name was Sadie Gray. I committed it to memory but never saw her again. Jilton City was just too large.

“She’s with Liam—a gangster, for God’s sake! Do you know what that means? He’s dangerous. He could get her killed… he could get all of us—” But Sadie just shakes her head, cutting me off. “I don’t care,” she says, her voice as cold as ice. “You dragged me into this whole mess, and now you want me to believe some half-baked rumor about her and Liam? You’re just trying to stir up drama, and I’m done with it.” I’m stunned, completely thrown off. Sadie doesn’t even want to hear it. “But—”

A socialite, a gold digger. Yes! Amy Leah de la Frontera, that's my name, 23, a fashion design graduate! The only child of my father, the ruthless billionaire. The owner of the biggest import-export business conglomerates in the country. I rest my getting drowsy eyes as my head gently hit the edge of the backseat. I wanted to forget some of my cruel past, those that left deep bruises in my heart and reminisce only the joyful ones. Yes! That's what I wanted to do while my vision was shut.

Grayson frowned. "I wanted to be a lawyer. But one day, my dreams were taken from me, when Alpha Kaden stole me from my family when I was only thirteen. I went from being around some of the most intelligent girls in the world, to the worst criminals in society," I whisper. I glance down, hating the way Grayson's eyes burn into mine. "It wasn't the physical torture that bothered me. It was the emotional torment they put me through, night, and day. And eventually, when I worked my way to the top, I was forced to betray them."

They must be Mister Charles Granger and Miss Louise Laurent, if she will going to match the description from the book and now. Then she look at the left and notice the four elders that are currently having a chat. Based on the description from the book, all of them are into business. Like the married couple Madame Irene and Lord Jeremy Marseille. They own a trading company that is very known in some neighbor countries. Next is Madame Leticia Halter who owns a diamond business and lastly, Señior Philip Woodley who owns a baverages business company. If Anastasia remembered it again correctly, the one who will going to die in her hands base on the book is Lord Jeremy Marseille. And the motive?

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Quinn sitting on the sofa. Her face flushed as she hurried over, and exclaimed, "Dr. Green!" Quinn glanced toward the kitchen, where I was busy, and instinctively shifted away from her. "What do you want?" he asked coolly. Sadie was completely unfazed, and she plopped down beside him. "Oh, nothing much. I heard that you're a teacher, and there are some words in my books I don't understand. Could you teach me?" She wore a wrap dress with a low neckline that left little to the imagination.

The weight of the guilt pressed down on me from the inside. I staggered to the coffee table where my laptop was. I opened a fresh document. Sadie’s suicide note. Her goodbye. It's time to bring the story to life. One that'll match her personality. To anyone who ever knew her_ ambitious, exhausted, brilliant, and broken in just the right places. And lethargic. That’s the key. She was always so lethargic. I started typing. Getting the story together. > To whoever finds this, My life has been nothing but but dedication to years spent in pleasing others. Fighting. Building. Sacrificing for others. Smiling through boardrooms, press conferences, and events even though I wanted to cry, giving when