Sally Slater Novels & Stories

Liam felt a mix of emotions and glanced at her, unsure what to say. Sally smiled. "My lady is very particular; she can't tolerate confusion or unnecessary fuss. So, while I am a bridal attendant, I serve only my lady, not the prince. Understand?" Liam let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Forgive me, I was overthinking it." Sally didn't feel the need to explain further. The understanding between her and her mistress needed no one else's approval.

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

Sandy paused her pacing and looked at Eliot. She realized her mistake and sighed. “I didn’t mean it that way it’s just that…” Eliot didn’t let her finish. “Just that what? Just because your brother is laying in there now you find fault in her for disappearing? Did you fault your brother when he made her his slave?” Eliot was angry, how selfish can one person be?

The Messager humbled. In the castle, Sally and Shirley were the only ones accorded such a dress code. They had secured a high priority in visiting the traditional healer even during their monthly menstruation period. Born with a silver spoon in their mouth shone brightly in anybody’s pupils who appealed several glimpses at them, engaged in their luxurious life activities or heaving their steps within the castle. They were not just an apple of Mark Slater’s eyes but a survival vein in his heart. Mark Slater adored his daughters.