Sadie Novels & Stories

A sharpened voice declared, coated with a hint of annoyance. Finally, a crack in her ever so bubbly personality. She couldn't hide all that crazy behind a cute smile today. If there was a thing such as laughing without making any sound, that was what went on in Maria's head. For some reason, her confidence toppled within a terse second.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

, I whispered to him. "Okay", he whispered back. "What do you want from me?" I asked the girl in front of me. What's her name again? Kristine? Kaisha? Kimberly? "Ugh, what is your name?" I yelled out loud in frustration when I got tired of trying to remember her damn name. "My name is Kimberly Brent sweetie and I'm the queen of the school", she said looking so proud of herself. I snorted. "I don't care who or what you are in this school. Just spill the crap you came to say and leave me alone."

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 promise.” Sadie exhaled, relief blooming across her features. Just before her phone buzzed sharply in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and immediately squeaked, “Oh my god—crap, crap, crap!” “What?” “My boss. I totally forgot we’re meeting our new client today and he’s already waiting for my late ass.” She bolted upright, scrambling to shove her phone back into her pocket. “New client?” I raised an eyebrow. Sadie spun toward me as she slipped into her heels. “Not just any client. He’s hot, intimidating, powerful, and running for vice president next year. Do you know what kind of career suicide it is to leave him waiting?

I listened to her voice as she cackled before turning into a full blown hysterical laughter. " Wait a minute!." - She panted, laughing in between the gaps. "Repeat that again ma'am." I frowned, not understanding what was so funny about opening an account. "What's so funny?" - I asked sternly. Her cackles stopped, "I'm sorry........ Miss Selene." "It's just that - in this day and age. Not having a social media account is kind of............. unheard. It's actually become a necessity and you not having it -"

I leaned in close to her, her sweet, subtle scent wrapped my senses causing me to struggle focusing. I searched through the crowd looking for the most popular person I could use to impress her with my claim. “See that lady over there with a Monkey's butt hat?” I pointed towards Sadie, model and ex wife to the famous Rio, the actor. “Yeah?” She was already getting amused “I bet a thousand dollars she'd exchange pleasantries with more than two people in five minutes only” And within the time frame, three people did walk up to her. “How did you know that'll happen?!” Her voice in a low thrilled tone, she turns to look at me brushing the side of her face with mine

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

My sister has a bothered expression on her face. "Besides," I say in a humorous tone. "What do you know about sex? You're devoted to Christ, right?" "Frank," Sadie says with a smile and pushes my head back gently. "I am twenty-seven years old. Yah know any virgins my age?" "Nuns and priests." "I'm not them." "Steve Carrell in that one movie." "Hush."

Based on her school uniform, she's studying on the other Academy of this city. "W-Wait, what's with the sudden pull? Who are you?" I asked curiously, pulling my own wrist from her. We stopped on an alleyway and she faced me. "I'm really sorry for dragging you here with your confusion. I am Sadie Aidana." She lent her hand on me for a shakehands but I doubted to accept it within three seconds. After we shakehands, she still received my puzzled look. "Why do you know my name and myself? Do you need something for me or maybe, I can help you with something," I offered her with all my hospitality. There's no buts on her uniform, she's from the same Academy where Me