Sara Bareilles Songs Novels & Stories

«Find out what happens on full moon nights in October in the dark town of Hammond» Seventeen-year-old Levana Jones moves to the town of Hammond with her older sister Sara, without thinking about the darkness that ensured the place. There is a strange song that children sing around every corner that drives her crazy: «1,2,3 don't go out after sunset 1,2,3 or the wolf is going to eat you» Logan Miller is the typical arrogant and intimidating boy of all the town along with his group of friends who seem inseparable. When Levana and Miller meet there is an inexplicable connection between them, which is where Miller realizes that they are mattes. But there is a problem, Miller's pack had already chosen Levana for the October full moon ritual: a ritual where the purity of a virgin is needed. Miller will have to decide whether to follow his heart or remain that respectable Alpha that he has been all along.

After failing the SAT, my parents had kicked me out and sent me overseas to work, forcing me to earn money to support my younger sister's college education. I had worked abroad for ten years, sending almost everything I earned back home. When the first song I wrote was released, it gained a bit of attention. Around that time, my childhood friend, Ian Swain, flew in from overseas just to find me. "Lexi, I didn't know your family sent you here to suffer like this. From now on, you won't have to face it alone." He had registered our marriage with me abroad and stayed by my side while we worked. I had been deeply moved—I shared every song I wrote with him and even let him manage my accounts. That was, until I overheard a conversation between Ian and my family. "Ian, isn't it a bit wrong for you to keep giving me the songs she wrote? What if Lexi finds out?" "Relax. Back then, when your family handed me her college admission letter, she didn't suspect a thing. Compared to that, this is nothing."

Ashlyn hasn't spoken a word since the age of eight, and her heart's never felt more protected. But, when the confident and ever so charming Derek stumbles into her quiet little world, her emotions-and forbidden desires-have never been so loud. For twenty years, silence is all Ashlyn Holland has known. Haunted by the memories of her father, and the harrowing song of the ocean that stole him from her, Ashlyn maintains a safe distance from the rest of the world. Treading carefully the sea of fear and anguish that surrounds her, Ashlyn is determined to do all she can to protect her heart from such a tragic loss striking again. In silence, she grieves. In silence, she is safe. In silence, she finds the strength to breathe. But the silence can only last so long... Derek Moreno is charming and devoted, and quick to see through every wall Ashlyn erects. With his arrival in town, defences fold and walls begin to crumble, the songs of her heart reaching new heights. Together, they crest twin tides of fate, the silence she'd once sought engulfed by his gentle touch, and the whispers of a love thought impossible. For the summer, Ashlyn welcomes the noise. The disruption. But, the ghosts of Derek's past will no longer remain silent, and their deafening power has the potential to drag them both into a current strong enough to drown them amidst their heartache.

Mi novio, Pablo Pimentel, es el heredero de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Su fortuna supera los cien mil millones de dólares. Para ponerme a prueba, durante siete años de relación, nunca me regaló nada, nunca gastó un solo centavo en mí. Ni siquiera cuando iba a comprar condones: insistía en pagar mitad y mitad. Después, mi madre se enfermó de gravedad. Les pedí dinero a todos los familiares y amigos que pude. Solo me faltaban dos mil dólares para cubrir el costo de la cirugía. Le supliqué, le rogué. Pero Pablo no me prestó ni un dólar. Tuve que pagar yo sola los gastos del funeral de mi madre. Cuando regresé a casa para recoger mis cosas, encontré por casualidad una lista de regalos que le había comprado a Sara García: una villa de lujo, bolsos de marcas exclusivas, joyas valoradas en cientos de millones de dólares… También vi los audios en el grupo con sus amigos: "Pablo, ¿es cierto que Leticia se arrodilló para pedirte dos mil dólares?" Pablo se rió con frialdad, su voz sonó despreocupada, casi divertida. "Sara tenía razón: quien se arrodilla por tan poco dinero no es más que una interesada. Apenas llevamos siete años juntos y ya está desesperada por sacarme dinero." Resultó que siete años de "prueba" no valieron más que un comentario venenoso de su vecinita de al lado. No importa. Desde el momento en que mi madre murió, ya lo había decidido: desaparecer de su vida para siempre.

Sara Beck thought losing a client was the worst part of her week until one reckless night with Dame Casian, a man she’s spent years despising, changed everything and left her haunted with a memory she can’t erase. She hates him… or so she thought. But nothing prepares her for the real nightmare: her mother’s sudden engagement to Dame’s father. Now, the man she slept with, her worst enemy, is about to become her stepbrother, and maybe the only man who truly sees her. Suddenly, she’s caught in a twisted web of forbidden attraction, hidden pasts, and a family merger that feels more like a trap. But can she trust him, or is she setting herself up for heartbreak? And just when she starts to question everything, a message on Dame’s phone reveals a truth she wasn’t ready for.

She thought her fated mate would save her. Instead, he destroyed her. Rejected. Humiliated. Cast out like trash. Omega orphan Sara thought finding her mate would finally mean something. Instead he chose someone else and left her to die. But fate had other plans. Running for her life, she crossed into forbidden territory—the land of Kyle Nightbane. The cursed Alpha. The monster in the dark. The name even alphas whispered in fear. He’s a beast wrapped in skin. Cursed. Cruel. Ruthless. And now… she belongs to him. To a pack that sees her as nothing. To a man who doesn't tolerate weakness and kills without regret. She should fear him. She should run. But she can't. Because the monster everyone fears… may be the only soul as broken as hers. And when the coldest Alpha alive starts to burn for the girl no one wanted? Hell has no idea what’s coming.

Scarlett Shaw a born witch of the Scanthin clan witness the death of her sister Sara Shaw killed by someone from the Lauchair clan , while she also sustained an injury on her back trying to save her sister which left a scar running down her back . Even though she was just a child back then , she blamed herself for her sister's death and promise to revenge.This incident led to war and rivalry between the two clans . Her father therefore decided to marry her off to the Mcshane clan so she could procreate more witches as he got scared of the Lauchair's clan overpowering them.While Damon Hunt a born wolf ,the son of the leader of the Lauchair's clan is desperate to prove to his dad that he could lead the clan , he adopts Scar who was the only surviving witch of the Scanthin clan. Scar sought for revenge while at the hostage of the Lauchair's clan but will she be able to survive the power of love for revenge?

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

Después de que mi prometido, con quien crecí desde pequeña, pospusiera nuestra boda por séptima vez por culpa de su primer amor, me di cuenta de que esto no tenía sentido. Corrí al hospital para preguntarle por última vez a Juan Torres si aún quería casarse conmigo. Con paciencia, este estaba pelando una manzana para Ana Flores, quien yacía en la cama del hospital. -Sara, ya no eres una niña. Tienes que aprender a ser considerada. Podemos casarnos cuando queramos, pero Ana está enferma, ¡así que no podemos descuidarnos! El cuchillo emitió un leve crujido en la punta de sus dedos, pero me resultó muy molesto. -¡En ese caso, buscaré un nuevo novio! Sus movimientos se detuvieron y, al segundo siguiente, dijo con una sonrisa gélida: -Lo que tú digas.

On the last day of the year, my music player app pushed out my 2025 listening report. My keyword was 'Resonance.' I had not actually spent much time listening to music that year. My account had mostly been used by my boyfriend, Jeremy Steward. A small line of text appeared underneath. [At 4:00 A.M. on December 1st, you were still sharing the same song with someone. So this is what love looks like, staying awake through the night.] My breath caught. December 1st was my birthday. However, that night, I had gone to bed early. Jeremy had rushed off right after cutting the cake, saying he needed to go back to the office for overtime. Almost as if possessed, I tapped my trembling hands on the unfamiliar profile that showed up as my most frequent interaction. Their keyword for the year was 'Exclusively Yours.' My heart skipped. I opened the details. [This year, you and this user listened to songs together late at night 688 times. Every time is a private whisper between souls.] Right then, a message from Jeremy popped up on my phone. [Babe, I have to work late again tonight. Don't wait up for me. Sleep early, okay?] At the same moment, that unfamiliar account posted a new update. A photo of two hands intertwined inside a car, fingers tightly laced together. [I love working late with him the most. We'll listen to music together for a lifetime.]