Sadie Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

We all watched as pain crossed his features and he reluctantly backed away to give her space. "Eloise," Sadie's voice shook," come here." She opened her eyes that now shined a beautiful shade of orange. Beth backed up closer to Anise as she saw it. Likely afraid the witch was going to lose control of her power. I timidly came forward and peered into the tin. Faded old photos of what looked like a young Sadie and Finn were inside. Along with jewellery and yellowed notes. "Where is the artifact?" I tried sounding neutral but instead sounded scared. Sadie seemed angered, but instead I could taste the immense sadness she was radiating. Finn was doing the same, only he visibly was displaying he h

“If you weren’t such a serious dick all the time, maybe we could’ve been friends too. Like I am with Alex.” Kieran’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked away. Alex lingered at the bottom of the staircase after Kieran walked away, rubbing his jaw like he was thinking too hard. “I still want a painting of you,” he said, eyes bright. I sighed not having the strength to argue. “Why would you want to paint me?” “Because,” he said, stepping closer but keeping space, “you have the exact heart-shaped face I’ve been searching for. The goddess Flerani. And I thought maybe I could embody her in you.”

the tall girl said, pointing at the other two. “Why do you smell like a wet dog?” asked Sadie, the smallest of the three girls. She was slightly taller than Arla and also had fair skin and long blonde hair, but where Arla’s was a platinum blonde, Sadie’s was a gorgeous rich honey blonde. Her eyes were hazel-brown with green flecks, and she had a smattering of brown freckles across her slightly upturned nose. “Sadie!” scolded Meredith. “Well, I’m sorry, but she does,” replied Sadie.

(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

Staying as far away as possible seemed like the better option, honestly. As I watched the guys, an attractive blond-haired woman with large breasts and a short miniskirt approached the guys. She was tipsy from what I could see, and she was giggling as she approached the Rogues, swaying slightly as she settled herself into Keane’s lap. I was surprised when he didn’t push her away, instead allowing her to sidle into his lap like a lost puppy dog. “That’s Sadie,” Kasey said softly, taking another drink. “She’s the Rogues’ current booty call.”

Seeing a new visitor, she immediately stepped back and started to panic, and her pair of dim eyes were brimming with attentiveness. Seeing that she gave off an impression of being shuddering, clearly afraid of him, Kane had no real option except to stop his strides and attempt to make himself show a well-intentioned smile. "You're called Sian, isn't that right? My name is Kane. It was your dad, Uncle Valequette, who requested that I get you." Kane is indeed a very handsome man. His soft curled silvery hair and his green eyes resembled that of an intoxicating python. His nose long, eyes looking dreamy like that of a phoenix, and his body well proportioned that when he stood in front of Sian,

Sadie stood in front of me, taking off her clothes. “No work for you today, Blake,” She said, unclasping her bra and tossing it on the floor. I swallowed hard as her beautiful breasts greeted me. She smiled as she saw how I reacted, taking off her panty next. Sadie is a beauty queen that any man envies me for having her as my girlfriend, except Eric and Matthew. They never fight nor tease me when it comes to her. Either they were more loyal to Samantha, or they just didn’t like her. She spread her legs, sitting on my lap facing me.

One chair here, a rug on the floor. A huge tv mounted on the wall. Half eaten potato chips on a bed looking contraption. "Welcome to my crib", Kane announced, his eyes surveying the place as if he was seeing it through our eyes. "Crib? More like dump" I smiled. Sacha and Kane were the personality equivalent of Sydney and Claude. Which made me begin to wonder if they had fucked or if they wanted too. But Kane was gay, so Sacha was backing up the wrong tree. Unless there was something I didn't know.

“Get it away from me!” “Eat it,” Adare goads his baby brother. “It tastes nice.” “Nooooo!” the pup screams, terrified. “Don’t make me!” “This is what I’m talking about,” Kane mumbles as he throws his legs out of the bed. At forty-seven, Kane is still a strong and handsome man, and he turns heads wherever he goes, but he only has eyes for one she-wolf. She is his beginning and end, and he’d happily kill anything and anyone that tries to hurt her.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.