Sadie Soverall Novels & Stories

Sarah rolled her eyes and complied. Tiodor considered it for a moment. On second thought, Sarah's plan wasn’t so crazy. He had heard about Libia—a girl starved for love and attention, involved in several scandals as the ex-girlfriend of Julio Dorantes, a man who was even ten years older than him. "She’s an idiot," he said out loud. He didn’t know if it would be easy to fake attraction to a girl like her. He wasn’t into skinny, bland girls, much less those who tried to fill their existential voids with relationships. But to get his revenge, he’d be willing to do that and much more.

“Yes, that’s okay. I’m just not comfortable yet. I’ve always been told how gross I am so anyone wanting to look at me seems unreal.” “Woman I swear to the goddess. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You can ask Claire. WE ALL WANT YOU. Believe me if we could all touch you the guys would be fucking you instead of us. We just get to enjoy the after effects of them looking at you. So seriously thank you because we have all been having so much awesome sex.” Sadie all but yelled at Sonya. Sonya blushed the whole time and wouldn’t look at Sadie.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

I said as I walked back inside the hotel room. “And you won’t my love, I’m sure we can fix this. You should speak with Romano tonight.” I was about to continue this conversation until Sadie appeared holding a dress in each hand. “Hey, Nonna. Which dress do you think I should wear tonight?” Sadie is my darling granddaughter, I never discuss business in front of her. We promised Romano we would keep Sadie as far away from this side of the business as possible. She is far too precious to be getting her hands dirty. However, when it comes to hosting events, Sadie likes to be involved. She likes to think of herself as an events coordinator. She has an eye for detail and is highly intelligent, alw

Iris POV. I swear to the goddess that I didn't mean to overhear Cady and Sadie's chat, definitely not. After leaving the company, Sadie drove us to her studio which is not a big one but close to the venue of the party tonight. The studio is full of mobile hangers and mannequins, I have to say, Sadie is a gifted designer, she is a combination of elegance and wildness, and so do her designs. Ben told her that I'm his cousin according to Sadie. Of course, Ben is a good man who knows what should say and what shouldn't.

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.”

Sadie said. " I am sorry, I really am sorry. Please, I came to see you in the agency but they denied me entrance, can you come out let me see you briefly please, it's very important and I promise. I won't take much of your time. I regret ever plotting against you " Sofia said sincerely. She really meant everything she said. Over the time, she discovered the force Sadie surrounded herself with is strong. Sadie thought about it for a while wondering why Sofia want to see her.

I don't perceive myself as a bitch, but I am selfish. At least, I think so. "Like you?" Sophia ask. Her tone held a venomous gentleness. Oliver doesn't seem deterred by her words, but I am rather curious about what Sophia meant? "Yes. I am the oldest daughter of Crescent Moons Alpha - second most influential and powerful pack in all of Eldora. My father has trained me since birth for the position of leader. I am most qualified. Besides, no one is closer to his highness than me," she lists reasons to why she deserves the position; I wasn't going to speak, but her last words trigger Nia. A strong, unnatural urge to put this pup in her place washes through me—a craving I can not resist.

“ Good day, America. I've been trying to get busy bee, Soraya Wayne, on our show for a couple of weeks now, and it hasn't been easy. We were able to get her on the show today, so please help me welcome the prettiest, hardest working CEO and, oh, the Jersey City bachelorette, Soraya Wayne." Cecelia Vega called as Soraya strutted onto the stage like a runway model. As she took her seat, she smiled and waved to her audience.

These days, he couldn't visit her because of his studies, which made him extremely sad. After overhearing Clement and Jethro's conversation, Sienna desired to become Mrs. Thompson even more. Currently, Clement is Jethro's only son, so Jethro gives him everything he has, including power and privilege. Suddenly, Sienna came up with a bold idea to have a child with Jethro, killing two birds with one stone. She saw that Jethro is no longer interested in his wife Gemma, but he cares about Clement.