Sara Cate Audiobook Novels & Stories

The next morning… Sara had slept on the couch, and when she woke up in the morning, she had a pounding headache. The dishevelled state of the room made her realize that Kevin had left. She immediately reached for her phone and called Kevin, her voice trembling with urgency. "Kevin, Kevin... where are you? Kevin, I need to talk to you. Can you come back? Kevin..." “Hi…” A girl's voice on the other end startled Sara. "Who are you?" Sara asked, her voice wavering.

I lay there, helpless, as Sara's guards closed in. Sara's smirk grew wider as she caught up to me, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. "The little monster isn't very strong like the others," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. The guards snickered and chuckled, clearly entertained by my predicament. Sara's laughter sent shivers down my spine as she continued, "I would really love to tear you apart, but I don't have the time. This is the end for you." Tears streamed down my face as Sara's words cut deep. I was only eighteen, and the thought of meeting my demise at her hands was unbearable. Goddess, is this truly how I die? I thought, desperation creeping in.

Pretty sure it would be a bestseller. I flipped the book open to my bookmark, chapter four. Mr. Rex had lost his wife in a plane crash and needed a nanny for his son. So he hired Sara. My eyes stayed glued to the pages as I sipped my cappuccino between turns. Page after page. Sip after sip. Being a fast reader had its perks. I was already on page fifty, and my cup was empty. I frowned slightly and lifted my head, ready to call for another, but the words caught in my throat. The café was empty. Completely empty.

With these thoughts, she stepped out of the comforter, slipped her feet into slippers, and made her way to the bathroom to start her day with morning errands. After getting ready into a high-neck black top with white dress pants. She took her coat and went downstairs for breakfast. “Morning,” she greeted, settling on the chair beside Jack. “Morning, how are you feeling?” Jack asked, pouring fresh juice of mango into her glass. “I’m good,” she smiled faintly and started eating her breakfast. Carlo peered at her from time to time but said nothing. He desired to ascertain if Kate would utter a word. She blamed him or hated him for yesterday or not. After what happened and how she disappeared ye

I smiled as he hit out and rounded the car to open my door. I climbed out slowly and he helped straighten me. I leaned into him. Safe. Warm. And for the first time that day, I wasn’t scared anymore. *** Sara’s pov I sat in my small room, books all over the floor. My table was full too. Old papers, scrolls, books, and maps. I had candles lit all around me because the power was off again. But I didn’t care. I was too deep in my work. I opened another book and sighed. “Where is it?” I muttered to myself.

“Even...In...My...Next...Life...I will hurt you... till you submit to my feet and worship me...“ He finally spoke, before blacking out. Sirens wailed loudly in the distance, getting closer. Red and blue lights flashed across the parking lot. Sara dropped the gun, her breathing was uneven... “You are wrong Tom, In my next life...I will be your worst nightmare." She ran towards Raymond and grabbed Aurora who had not stood crying, her cute face was not covered with Raymond's blood... Sara cupped her cheeks and kissed her tiny lips, she cried loud...Feeling the pain and emptiness that was caused over the past year...“Its over now. You shall grow with Eliana....“ Sara ran and fell to her knees be

Taking her bath, and putting on a white t-shirt and shorts knickers, Sara strolled down the hallway with her bags on cloud nine, as she kept thinking of Christian, and the events that led to it all, she was so lost in thought she didn't know when she bumped into Dinah and her gang again. Talk of meeting the devil, Sara cursed inwardly as she bent to pick up her books that had fell of her bags, as she made to do so, Dinah placed her foot on one of the books, and squeezed it so hard, it nearly tore, looking up at her, Sara was about to speak when she interrupted her by saying- "What were you thinking of that had you smiling like a goofy little fool, and also made you blind you couldn't see us

“Wait until you’re eating ramen for the third week in a row. But I see the look in your eyes. You’re hungry for this.” They talked for twenty minutes. They talked about Woolf and Plath. They talked about the decline of print media and the beauty of a well-turned phrase. For the first time in six months, Aria felt like a human being. She wasn’t Damian Cross’s sister-in-law. She wasn’t a liability or an asset. She was just a girl who loved books. “You know what?” Sara said, slapping her hands on her knees. “I like you. You’re overqualified, you’re passionate, and you’re willing to work for peanuts. You’re hired.”

“What? Are you surprised?” Jared mumbled as he climbed down his almighty chair. He stood mightily in front of Sara, staring straight into her terror-stricken eyeballs. “What…do you want from me?” Sara stammered, shrinking under Jared's agonizing gaze. “The Luna? Do you really think of yourself as the Luna?” A voice echoed from behind. Sara could sense her nostrils filled with a particular scent, she could identify the scent from the hundreds of scents that collided in the room. She flung her eyes in the direction of the voice, two ladies walked in, each one of them carrying herself with an air of pride and elegance.

AMON: “Ignore⁠ it. Doctor’s order‌s, re‍member?” [But SARAH sees the​ ca‍ller ID and tenses.] SARAH: “It’s Ayana’s sc‌hool.⁠ At thi​s hour?”‌ ​[​She answers, her vo‌ic⁠e i​mmediately concerned.] SA‌RAH: “Hello? Yes, this​ is Mrs.​ K⁠ato. Is everything—what? When? Is sh⁠e okay?” [AMON‍ straightens, alert. SARAH’s face‌ has‌ gon‍e pa⁠le.]