Sadie Henderson Novels & Stories

Fortunately, our prof's laptop looked unattended because I couldn't see him on the screen. My class started and I studied quietly. Kyo left to go to med school, she is in her second year and she plans to become a psychiatrist. Older brother Sage, on the other hand, helps older brother Loren with the company, but they only talk via email. My brain was currently flying while in class when my cellphone rang. It's an international call from the Philippines so I answered immediately. "Sadie .." it was Lea. "Oh?" My answer. "Have you heard?" He asked.

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.

Sadie grumbled, "I heard about this amazing teacher in Ember City, and he was putting on this exhibit, so I thought I'd check it out." However, the truth was that Sadie had been to Opal City and it bored her to tears. She stumbled upon a travel group hyping up a trip to Ember City, complete with a chance to bet on raw gemstones. Jade was Sadie's kryptonite, and she could not resist the lure. Unfortunately, her luck was a bust, and she did not score a single decent stone, losing every dime. If not for that, she would not have agreed so quickly to help Hector in his showdown with Madeline.

Sade POV Sadé stood in front of her full-length mirror, running her fingers through her soft curls. She had taken her braids out weeks ago, and now her natural hair framed her face in voluminous, defined ringlets that cascaded to the middle of her back. Her caramel skin glowed under the bedroom light, smooth and radiant, her hazel eyes bright with thought. She bit her lip, contemplating her outfit choices. “Girl, stop overthinking it,” Tamara said, bouncing her baby on her hip as she sat on the edge of Sadé’s bed. “You’re going to dinner, not the Grammys.”

I say as I take a sip of my tea to hide my embarrassment. "Stop embarrassing him," my dad says and I thank him as I start to think of all of the kinky things I've done with Master. I shift in my chair and blush harder as my mum asks about him. "He's called Damon and he's really nice," I say briefly and she coos even more. "My baby is all grown up with a boyfriend," she says and smooshes my cheeks. "I'm 27 mum I was grown up a long time ago," I groan and she lets out a small laugh.

Sadie did not refute Natalie, seemingly acknowledging her words. She dipped her brush into the palette to mix her colors. "Please just leave. I won't help you. Don't come back again." If her relationship with Sienna were purely transactional, it'd be easy to get her on Natalie's side. But it wasn't. Sienna had leverage over Sadie simply because Sienna had helped her once. Sadie was born lame. Shortly after her birth, her parents had died in a car accident together, and Sadie was raised by her grandfather. When she was ten years old, her grandfather married Priscilla, only to die a few years later due to cancer.

“I am willing to do anything to bring down Allen and Joan and get my son back.” Adam stepped forward collecting the booklet. “Now that you have signed it, it is time to give you a new identity, Allen has his men searching all over for you, he should give him an endless search…let's give you a new face and a new name.” Micheal nodded in agreement. “I'm in.” “Good,” I smiled, handing him and Adam a glass of wine. “Cheers to revenge.” “To revenge,” they said in unison as we clicked our glasses together.

he asks. Getting frustrated myself, I am now feeling a little more assertive. I’ve tried the soft approach but now it’s time for some tough love. “Louise Adams is six months shy of her 20th birthday, she has an uncanny similarity to you … in fact she could be your daughter and my sister,” I say to him.

I said, but she did not respond. "Do you hear me?" I yelled at her, and she did not budge, so I raised my hands, but Clay stopped me. He held my hand and shook his head. He was the softest of us three, and I relaxed my hands. The girl stood firm and did not blink, and I knew we had our work cut out for us because she was the stubborn type.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.