Sally Slater Novels & Stories

She knew Alicia would empty her account to see her father cancer free but she wanted to sort this out herself . Sally Tracy quickly took a shower , she needed to catch the bus so as not to get to work late and have her boss give her an earful about being punctual . She wondered why such a man had to have such beautiful physical features; the first time she met him she felt enchanted by his appearance. But working for the man she saw how ruthless he really is , he is the kind of man to do anything to get what he wants . Rich kids , she thought to herself rolling her eyes . She put on a black professional off shoulder fitted, knee length dress and paired it with black kitten heels .

Sally’s expression darkened, the playful charm she’d worn earlier vanishing in an instant. “I’ve had enough,” she said under her breath. Before I could stop her, she stood and faced the sneering woman. Her possessed body radiated confidence. “Funny,” she said coldly. “You talk a lot for someone who’s never created anything of her own.” The neighbor raised an eyebrow, pretending not to be bothered. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Sally shot back. “Sally was ten times the woman you’ll ever be. She was kind, smart, and talented. You’re nothing but a cheap imitation. You could steal her man, her words, even her life, but you’ll never be her.”

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Arthur’s mouth tightened. “Sit,” he ordered. She remained standing. “Say what you need to say. I have a meeting to get to.” “With your… charity project?” he said, dripping disdain. “Celeste, please. That hobby of yours isn’t going anywhere.” “It’s not a hobby,” she snapped. “It’s a sustainable fashion brand. And it’s mine, something I built instead of inheriting.” Arthur opened a folder and slid it toward her. “No,” he said coldly. “This is what you built.”

She huffed coldly and said, “I’ve only ever heard that Mrs. Moses was an extremely passionate woman. I never imagined that you would speak so cruelly.” “That’s because you’re close-minded.” Sally continued while smiling, “Perhaps you’ve been too lazy to listen to stories about people like me because you’ve used up all your energy scheming and fighting with your husband’s mistresses. “I understand.” When she finished speaking, she turned to smile at Director Laine. “Is it time yet? I can’t wait to watch the children perform!” She pointed at her backpack and said, “I even brought some filming equipment so I could record their performance. I’m going to show it to Sam and Sarah and have them lea

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

"I meant it." The front door slammed open. I didn't even flinch. Only one person in the world had a key and zero respect for locked doors. "Vivian Young, if you're sitting in that dark house moping again, I swear to God..." "In the living room, Sally." She appeared in the doorway. Sally was five feet of pure relentless energy with the whole glamour makeup that commands the attention of every man in the room when she walks in. "Oh, honey." Her voice softened for exactly half a second before her eyes landed on the photo collage I'd made last month. "You've got to be kidding me."

I was so close already — pathetically close. My moans grew louder, turning into broken whimpers. “Fuck me… please just fuck me…” I was right on the edge, thighs shaking, pussy clenching hard around my fingers when a smooth, feminine voice cut through the air like honeyed sin. “My, my… what a delicious sight for the new neighbor.” My eyes flew open. Sally stood just a few feet away, elegant in a flowing white sundress, watching me with dark, hungry blue eyes. The vicar’s wife. Early forties. Always so sweet and proper at church events.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”