Sadie Henderson Novels & Stories

She wants me to mingle and make friends and fall in love. Becca Dela Vine, senior creative writer of ManHannah creative firm and designs. I must admit, my background is impressive, after the accident I made sure that I will be successful in fulfilling the promise I have with mom. I look like her, black long hair, small face, nice lips. I'm aware that I don't need to flaunt what I have to get attention from anybody. I value my personal space. Looking at my identification card, I realized, staying in this company for far too long has been the reason for my existence.

I have two daughters, one fifteen, one fourteen. Please, James Thorne. *** Dear James Thorne, We have considered your application. Unfortunately, you have been declined. Sincerest apologies, Alpha of Desire. *** Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire, I'm applying again... Sometimes I believe you don't actually pick anyone from my part of town. Maybe the newly appointed Alpha Asher will select me and my daughters. I am still a father, balancing three jobs now, with two daughters, one seventeen, and one eighteen.

Is there a hope in hell of reigning in my lust now that I've felt her legs around my waist, though? On the screen of my phone, she rolls over on the bed and presents her tits, arms raised over her head. She sighs and stretches, forcing me to wrap my hand around my stiffening dick, stroking it tightly and thoroughly. "Baby wants to play again?" I say, my breath quickening. "Open your legs and rub that beautiful clit. Show me where it aches." Instead of obeying my will, however, Sadie sighs and bounds off the bed, crossing to her dresser and taking out a jean skirt, shucking her shorts and pulling the denim on hastily, followed by a T-shirt and flip-flops. Where is she going?

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Serena giggles, lifting up on her toes to brush her lips against mine. I hear the sound of cute baby babble, glancing past Serena to see Cy and Taylor emerge from the hallway of their wing of the packhouse, Taylor clutching their daughter Sadie in her arms. Serena lights up when she sees little Sadie, slipping past me and rushing over to meet them halfway.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

I called the vice-chancellor of the college. “good morning, Mr. Romero” he said in a deep baritone voice. I rolled my eyes. “no time for pleasantries, there’s a David O’Connor in your school, psychology and I want him rusticated for harassment, thank you” I hung up on him and called Harry. I needed to find out how to cheer Camila up. “Harry, Camila Is sad what can I do to cheer her up?” he started to laugh and I rolled my eyes and took deep breathes to calm myself so that I would not scream at him.

Chloe stared in disbelief at the woman on the opposite side of the glass while she replayed the conversation she’d just had with her. “I do this for science,” the pretty nineteen-year-old blonde, called Sadie, stated with a thick southern drawl. “How did you come to know about Dr. Sudnik’s project?” Chloe asked. “Were you living in Philadelphia?” “Oh no,” Sadie said with a light chuckle. “I ain’t never left the mountain until the doc showed up. He paid my parents a goodly sum for me to participate. Poverty runs deep in the Appalachian Mountains. I was happy to do this to help the family.”

If she couldn’t help him, we would continue with our daily lives because I still would never give him up. “Oh, Odessa,” Sadie sighed heavily." “Old wounds such as Creeds would be difficult. I’ve tried to help others with old wounds such as infertility, weak hearts, and the sort, but I’m just not strong enough to penetrate before someone has had their animal to help them heal.” My heart was crushed. There was no hope at all. “But I can try,” Sadie smiled. The room fell silent as Sadie approached. I went to leave Creed’s lap only for him to hold me down, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled at him.