Sadie X Lars Novels & Stories

Gray exclaims before I can say anything, pulling me back so he can get to Lars first and go for a handshake, subtly making him get away from Annie, "I haven't seen you in forever." I take advantage of that to find my place beside Annie and look down at her. "Are you okay?" I ask, studying her face for any discomfort. My hand goes to her back again, and I rub it in comfort, but she doesn't look like she needs any. "Yeah, I'm great. I'm having fun," she responds with a tipsy smile, then returns her attention to the guys in front of her, "You know Lars, right?" "Mh, I do," I murmur and finally lock eyes with him. He looks even uglier than I remember. He's paler than my ass and has extremely blo

Whoever wanted to return that night could choose to return, and whoever didn’t want to could stay. “I need you to do something for me. Lucas is in front of the water.” Sadie said, rushing to me where I was seated behind a tent. “What?” I asked, as she pulled me along. “My stupid friends are bragging about their parents being more in love with each other than anyone else’s parents.” “That’s sick. Why would they do that?” “Exactly my point. So, I’m going to show them that my parents are more in love.” “Your parents?” I asked.

It was about that time again when I thought about my dreams and grew impatient. We got into my car and I drove us home. Immediately I got home, I plunged myself on the couch heaving a tired sigh and wanting to go to bed but Steve wouldn't let me as he kept talking. “Larsa looked pretty nice today.” Larsa was one of the new cheerleaders. Beautiful, smart and she just couldn't go unnoticed by the guys that went talking about her. And now Steve had a crush on her too. Cool. “Yeah, ” I said sharply and then batted my lashes down when he continued.

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And didn’t Sadie try all her mightiest best to stop Ambert from helping her get rid of Allan? “She wants to talk to you,” Lillian told Layla. “Hi, Layla, it’s good to finally meet you.” Sadie’s smile grew bigger and more sarcastic. If she would spell the smile on her lips, it would spell B-A-D-N-E-W-S. If what she was about to tell her would enrich her person and make her happier, Sadie wouldn’t be here and would keep that information a secret forever. “Hi,” Layla greeted her back and sat on the couch facing her while Lillian went upstairs.

He was mostly a polished professional, effortlessly combining the sharpness of his attire with an unspoken assurance that everything was under control. As Natalie's gaze shifted to Lars, she couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between the two men. While Marcus exuded a calculated professionalism with a hint of icy detachment, Lars seemed to embody a unique blend of warmth and, well, bitter intimidation. In a similarly impeccable brown suit, Lars carried himself with an air of quiet confidence, his attire a subtle opposite to Marcus's steely appearance. Despite the sharp angles of his jawline and the stern set of his features, there was a softness in Lars's gaze that kind of pacifi

Scarlett turned her head slightly toward Howard. "The remaining ninety-nine are yours. Go easy-she still has a wedding tomorrow." "Got it, boss." Howard grinned, rolling up his sleeves as he stepped forward. He'd been waiting for this. Sadie's face turned pale. "Y-You better not-this is SH Entertainment! If you touch me, I'll scream! I-" Smack! "Aaah-!" The blow sent her crashing to the ground. She scrambled back up, glancing around in panic-only to find people watching.

She gnashed her teeth and said, “What’s wrong? Your visit to Bwell Therapeutics to pick up girls has been posted on the Internet! “Yarde, don’t forget about this. Even though we faked our marriage and you can go out to meet any woman you like, don’t make it so obvious! “If my grandfather finds out and gets angry, I won't let you off the hook that easily!” “On the Internet?” repeated Kayson, his voice filled with confusion. Sadie did not want to talk to Kayson anymore. When she heard Kayson’s voice, she did not know why but she became even more furious. She hung up the call and took a deep breath. Then, as if controlled by a mysterious force, she tapped the news article again. She did not kno

"Sorry about that. It's my fault for spoiling her too much. I know she doesn't have the best of temper, but I hope you don't take what she says to heart. She just wants to look her best for tonight's dinner party, and with all the hype about Denny's skills, she's quite eager to have him do it. Of course, we also trust you. After all, you're Lisa's makeup artist, and we know you must be skilled enough for her to keep you." Sadie stood behind her mother with a look of frustration. Upon reflection, she realized that her earlier remarks had been disrespectful to Lisa. 'Ugh. Fine. I guess I'll let this makeup artist do my makeup just for today,' she thought. 'I feel so sorry for this girl,' thoug

he Introduced. I took his hand. Very soft. Is this what he uses as a handkerchief? "I'm sorry for my daughter," he apologized. "It's ok," I replied shyly. I looked at the child who was still staring at me to this day. "W-what's your name?" "My name is Itzy Marie," he replied enthusiastically. "I'm six," she added as she showed me his raised fingers. Just six? But the gibberish is like a ten years old!