Sally Carrera Human Novels & Stories

With his cultivation, he feared no one, let alone Pax. As Sally left, Frank finally noticed what else was in the room. Two ladies wearing tights were both lying in puddles of their own blood, their weapons still in hand. They must have been people working for Pax whom Sally had run into and dispatched. "She's ruthless." Alda sighed, as she had to be impressed despite being a fellow woman. She knew Sally's roots, and it was surprising that someone so young and born to an ordinary family would rise to such breathtaking, if ominous, heights.

Or, was she just being careful? The electronic doors slid open, and Sally came in, graceful as ever in her ever-blazing suit and trousers that looked like they were washed in Asia and ironed in Italy. The fold lines on her trousers spoke grace with every step she took; the tablet she was holding seemed like a heavy weight against her fragile, intelligent frame. She looked over at Lana’s table and picked up her pace, walking faster towards the sitting party and noticing the icy Freda. As Freda saw her approaching the table, her countenance changed from the faked warmth that she exuded to her usual, normal icy cold.

Sally has not been to Liana's boarding house for a long time. "You're also busy with your new lover," commented Liana. Liana knows Sally has many male friends. "I don't have a lover!" Sally complained. "No matter how many male friends. No one is interested in me," she said. "I'm ugly, and no one deserves it." Liana pats Sally on the shoulder. "Don't be pessimistic, and there's nothing perfect in the world. Got it?" Sally nodded. "Lately, I often exercise because I want to have a good body," she replied excitedly.

Sally, on the other hand, appeared pale and weak, her usual agility diminished. Once Sally and her mom, Stella, were seated downstairs, Jerry inquired with concern, "Hey, what's wrong?" Stella wiped away her tears and said, "I discovered a shocking secret today, and I'm still reeling. My daughter here..." She paused, glancing at Sally, before continuing, "You don't want to share it, do you?" Sally shook her head with a smile, and Stella nodded in understanding. Taking a deep breath, Sally began, "My name isn't actually Sally, but Sadie. I took my sister's identity." She proceeded to explain everything, leaving me utterly shocked.

I turned and saw five members of his team, all just looking at me and Karl, they were all females. “We can take them!” Sally yelled looking battered. Bill had killed her mate and she wanted revenge. “We can’t” Caro said struggling to stand to her feet. “We fucking can, he killed Leo.” Sally said with a voice filled with emotions. “I know you want revenge but this will be suicidal if we attack, look at them, most of them are gamma wolf, they were born to fight.” Ivy whispered to her and she nodded her understanding. “I will come for you Bill.” Sally said and together they all turned and ran away from the fight.

right. “She had this coming,” Sally said, breaking the silence. “You don’t get to hurt people and walk away scot-free.” “She’ll never change,” I said, setting my glass down with a quiet clink. “Sara’s always believed she could do whatever she wanted and never face the consequences. But now... now the world is finally catching on.” “And you’re the one who lit the match,” Sally said, her voice full of pride. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that little push you gave.”

Sarah replied. Sister Gladys offered her a single nod and exited the room. When she was gone, Sarah stood awkwardly for a moment, watching the quietly women stare back at her in scrutiny. Then another one closest to her, sitting on the lower bunk, stood up and smiled warmly, breaking the weird silence much to her relief. "I'm Sister Anita, this is Sister Florence..." She gestured to the first woman who had approached her from the upper bunk, then she finally pointed at the last woman sitting on the last bunk bed. "...and that over there is Sister Yin." Sarah craned her neck to see the last woman, just noticing that the women were of different races. Anita was an African-American, Florence lo

“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.

“Hey, baby.” “Hi Sawwy.” The woman had red hair, big… Texas big, really heavy makeup, and wore leather pants, a tight long-sleeved T-shirt and a leather vest with ‘Property of Flinch’ on a patch on the front. “I’m Sally.” “Hi.” I shook her hand. “I’m Payton. It’s nice to meet you.” Lily ran to the bookcase that housed the DVDs and grabbed the Frozen cover. “You Hawk’s woman?” Sally asked, quietly which I appreciated.