Sally Avril Novels & Stories

She covered her face and yelled, “You’re driving me crazy, Riri. I can’t control myself around you!” I stayed quiet. The frustration in her voice was sharp and real. She was wound so tightly, I could feel it too. If I were a guy, she’d be all over me by now… but I’m not. I’m just a girl, like her. She’d have to cross a line to be with me. “I need some air,” Sally said. She scooted over and unzipped the tent window flaps. The scent of summer rain drifted in on a cool, calming breeze.

“Stop! We are keeping her, so stop with the murder plans!” Izzy’s eyebrows shot to his hairline as Beta Trent pushed his way through the small space with Silas following behind. He was the one I was more worried about taking the girl out before we had the chance to explain…whatever is going on here. “What’s your name?” Yeti asked. “Sally.” She replied. “Sally Knight. I’m a student from the witches academy and I was taken by Revolutionaries about five months ago.” “The Revo – what now?” I asked, honestly astounded that Derrick and his group of power-hungry murderous lunatics had a name. But then again, it made sense that they had a name everyone except us knew them by.

The space between her legs felt like someone had forcibly penetrated her with a burning stick, she could barely move, and tears trailed down both sides of her face. The door suddenly opened, but instead of the mean, huge men that she was getting used to seeing, a lady walked in, her strawberry scent instantly invading Ariel's nostrils and forcing her to look up. The lady's soft and feminine aura could be felt, her dark hair effortlessly cascading down her back. Her bright, honey brown eyes shone like lamps, bringing warmth to anyone who stared into them. She radiates beauty, one that Ariel couldn't get enough of. “Hi.” Her voice came, soft like feathers, soothing like hot chocolate on a snow

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.

"There are three really good-looking girls out there but the one I like best, after you, is that Rachel. I love that tanned blonde look. And her tits are almost as big as yours." Rachel? thought Sally. She wasn't surprised that Lenny fancied her: she was a very attractive woman. Also she was single and ambitious. And, Sally had heard, she maintained a considerable level of sexual activity. "Stay there. I'll go and ask her." Sally walked out into the main office and tentatively approached Rachel. "Er, Rachel," she started hesitantly.

Grace asked him “Move out of the way!” Sally said as she moved closer to Anna “What are you going to do?” Damian asked her “Everything I can!” Sally said She pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and forced her fist into Anna’s chest. “What the hell Sally?” Justin asked “I am trying to massage her heart to keep it alive. It is the only thing I can do right now. I am not going to lose her!” Sally said to him A loud bang came on the door and Damian looked at Sally. Raphael walked to the window and saw Arielle standing there with an army.

“It’s Travis, right?” In a brief silence, she spoke up, “He was a good friend, taught me everything….” Sally was an orphan from the Central African Republic. The never-ending conflict between warlords and terrorist organizations tore her country apart. To sum it up, her life was a nightmare until a sympathetic local god appeared and offered her a way out.

Sally felt overwhelmed by her friend's thoughtfulness , she had no words to express herself so she hugged her hoping it'll help her convey her heart . Alicia hugged her back , “ okay , now give me the details about yesterday . Enough about me ”. Alicia stood up “ oh no today's all about you and I have to leave in like twenty minutes and I know how you hate half gossip . ” Sally stood up too following Alicia to the closet where she was swiping through causual dresses on the hangers . “ Ahaa found it , what do you think ?”. She said holding the pale blue , flowerly trutle neck dress up .

I ask “Yeah”, he leaves to change in his apartment. I sure hope he knows what he’s doing. Sally is a gorgeous girl, cheerful and wonderful to be around. Sometimes airy, but that doesn’t diminish her either; it draws you in more because she’s so damn optimistic. She has her moments, as we all do, but she’s all-around a lovely person. She’s never experienced childhood traumas, like some of us have, and I, for one, would love for her to keep that kind of innocence.

“I know you're in there but I just want us to talk. I promise you I'm not going to fight you or anything…” A shrill laughter followed. “You couldn't even if you wanted to.” The voice belonged to Sally of course. “Who are you?” I asked again, ignoring how arrogant she sounded. “You know, it shouldn't be me you should worry about. I am just an artist,” she said. “I just want to know who you are,” I repeated. She laughed again. “Typical Raven. Always so rash and hasty. Ignoring the important things to focus on the useless details.”