Sally Acorn Novels & Stories

“Then enlighten me.” Sally hesitated. Then, finally, she sighed. “Raven Ampleton isn’t just some woman on your mother’s list. She’s the woman. The one who started all of this.” My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?” “She’s the reason your mother is the way she is.” Sally met my eyes, her voice deadly serious. “Your mother and Raven have a feud that runs all the way back to… nevermind, it's just been a very long time.”

Sally cheeks turned pale as she blushed . “Stop your fluttering ,I know I look like a stupid clown,this attire simply doesn't suit my ‘Bad bitch ’personality” She said while slumping her soft butt on the tall wooden stool next to the kitchen island. “Seriously sis,this style actually suits you” Celine said while plopping a pancake on a white plate while handing it to Sally . “Suit me indeed ” Sally rolled her eyes. She bite a huge chunk of the pancake and opened her eyes wide.

Sally is walking out of the bathroom and she smiles. “My Rakas,” I say pulling her into my arms. “I love you. How are you feeling?” “My Anka,” She leans into me. “I’m very pregnant. I want to not be pregnant anymore.” “Let’s take a raincheck on Britt and we can try to start labor,” I tease her with a smile. “We want steak, me, Leo, and Britt. So get your tight hot ass outside and feed me,” Sally teases me and I respond by kissing her.

I look at her in confusion. "Yes. Are you glad?" I ask her, even though I want to get in there and look for any sign of Sydney. "Yes. About four years ago, when I was fourteen, he bought me from my parents. I'm not a wolf; I'm a bunny. My name is Sally," she answers in relief. Anya pulls her into her arms.

If her cries set the other babies off, too, he’d be out the door as fast as his feet could carry him. Sally returned, darting apprehensive looks at Micheal and Lucia as she put the cup of tea on the mobile tray. “Better now?” she asked hopefully. Sally Bloomfield was the most assertive person Lucia had ever met. She was a brilliant saleswoman, able to talk anybody into anything and make him feel delighted about it. Her appearance was always polished and professional, from her chic auburn hair to her beautifully shod feet. Her smile dazzled, and her bright hazel eyes mesmerised. Sally sailed through life with the blissful belief that no matter what happened, it would turn out for the best. He

Sally Arnott was walking home from her workplace Ringwald's Grocery, a small independent grocery. Her shift just ended thirty minutes ago. It was past midnight by the time she was walking to her home which was just five minutes away from Ringwald's. The attractive and blonde thirty-three year old was clad in her beanie, red sweater, jacket and jeans to withstand the autumn coldness of Michigan climate. Her bagpack contained her Ringwald's uniform and some basic necessities like snacks and a thermos. Despite past midnight, the empty country roads were still well lit.

One said, handing the book and the piece of the scroll he was looking at to the leader. The leader was a badass female despite her name. Sally stood five foot four inches, and wore ripped jeans, tank tops, and a lightweight leather jacket. Her hair came to the middle of her back and was mostly brown with a reddish tint. She sported rings on her thumbs and on three fingers of each hand. She was skilled in not only different forms of witchcraft, but she was also a master in three different martial arts. She left her coven at thirteen and never looked back. She made her way by doing side jobs and then at fifteen Johnathan’s mom found her and convinced her to come back with her. Sally and Johnat

different. Sally is waiting patiently by her car, her small frame dwarfed by the large SUV that must belong to Ashton. She cradles Gwyneth safely in her arms, her soft eyes filled with worry as she glances toward the vampire district. She isn’t dressed for a fight, but wearing a blue sundress and flip-flops? I try not to laugh. This girl has no sense of fashion, but I find that kind of cute. “Sally,” I call out as I approach her. She jumps at my voice, but a small smile spreads across her face when she sees me. Her lips are stained a soft shade of pink, and I wonder how they would taste against mine.

I should kill Geri now before he becomes a much larger problem for me because Mazelina Winslow is mine. “Sir!” Anton shouts entering my study. “Yes, Anton.” “Sally Myers, Sir,” he announces as they march Sally into my study, her wild curly hair moving like it’s floating in the air of its own accord, her brown golden skin almost glows like her pale brown eyes. In a flash the movement stops once again she looks like an ordinary woman, but she is far from ordinary. I’ve known Sally Myers since she was born into this world thousands of years ago, she likes to tell people that she’s young. If she were to let her power go, she would look like a true hag. I’ve seen it before when immortals have bec

Sally said to me, I also didn't want them to looka t her naked Body, she belonged to me and only I had the right to see her naked I gestured to Steve quickly when Sally wasn't looking, "Okay whatever, now get on top of him" Steve said pointing his gun to her head, with a deep sign, Sally sat on my laps, but just then when I was beginning to get excited, we heard gunshots before the door opened, Robert and a lot of police officers where standing at the door pointing their guns at us, Sally immediately got up and rushed into Robert's arms...