Sara Cate Audiobook Novels & Stories

~Sara~ Present Day… Memories are quite dangerous, you know. One minute, they lie low, dormant in the deepest parts of your brain. The next, they pop out like some fucking ad. I let out a bitter laugh. “So all this?All this hide-and-seek? Sneaking in the shadows, trying to make me miserable—was you?” She chuckles. Not the usual kind the naïve Benita would give me. It’s mean. Cold. Calculating. Same face, but a different personality.

The table fell into silence once more. “You don’t have to remind me of my past or my family. It follows me wherever I go,” Sara said quietly, her chin tipped up in defiance. “But I’m not ashamed of my past. What is shameful is how you treat people you deem beneath you. I may be from the wrong side of the tracks, but at least my conscience is clear.”

Clearly Dmitri needs to make up his mind about her death but the real question is: quick and easy, or slow and agonizing? An annoying ringing filled the silent air and Dmitri realised it was his mobile phone ringing and, without looking at the caller ID, he answered groggily. "Hello?" A female voice, struggling to breathe, huffing and puffing as if she ran to China and back. "D-Dmitri!" It was Sara. "I have...to tell...you...something!" She wheezed through her ragged breathing. She sounded exhausted. "Hold on, Sara, take a deep breath and slow down-"

"God yes! How I missed this!" Good grief, I could barely keep up with her. She jumped up and down my cock as if her life depended on it, her moans driving me insanely close to cumming that very instant. She rolled her hips, moaned and moaned my name, so much so her voice was starting to grow hoarse. Picked herself up and slammed herself down on my full length, moaning and crying in pleasure. "Good-grief", I moaned. "no girl has-" "Fuck me daddy!", Sara interrupted me in her heat, crying my name.

“Tera is so excited. I can’t believe I haven’t driven her in so long.” Elena shook her head. “I still can’t get used to you referring to your car like a person.” “She’s my second baby.” Elena frowned. “Second? Who’s the first?” “Mia. My cat.” Elena’s eyes widened. “You have a cat?” “Yes.” Sara smiled. “Want to see a picture?” “Please.” Sara reached for her phone on the passenger seat, tapped on it for a moment and handed it over. “Isn’t she gorgeous? She can be too sassy for her own good but she’s the cutest fur baby ever.”

Katrina. Sara stepped up beside me, chin lifted. “It should come from me.” Roc blinked. “Sara...” “She needs to hear it from the person she hurt,” Sara said. “I want to see if she understands what she did… or if she’s still living in her fantasy.” I didn’t like it. Not even a little. But Sara wasn’t wrong. I exhaled. “Roc stays with you. I’ll be right outside. If she so much as raises her voice...”

“There is a whole different world in here.” Well, I know, this is what I signed up for. Sarah wanted to say. "I don't need to be told that twice. I have done enough research on how life in the convent is." Sarah answered sorely, now noticing that Anita was now holding open a romance novel, and from the condition of the book cover and the untidy pages which had some dog ears, it showed that the book had been read over and over again. Where the hell had she just pulled that out from? Okay, there was just a lot of mystery here she would have to unravel. She had been nothing but confused since she stepped into this room. what more surprises are there?

“How did you find out about your gift, Sarai?” I smiled, remembering the moment. “It was during training. I jokingly called myself a goddess, and the whole field echoed with my voice. I felt strange afterward and spoke to my wolf. She explained my gift and how to use it.” Damon listened, intrigued. “And you’ve mastered it now?” “Mostly,” I said. “Something else, while practicing, I looked into Head Nurse Sylvia’s mind. She’s unhappy about Gamma Samuel and Lydia’s relationship. She’s even plotting against them. I only hope her thoughts does not leave her mind”

Fire and defiance radiated from her as she screamed into the open air, her fists trembling, her voice thick with pain and fury. James froze. The world tilted. She wasn’t just a slave, she was a storm wrapped in skin. Beautiful, yes, but not in any delicate way. She was bold. Wild. Unbroken. A spark that refused to die. “That’s Sara,” Selena said softly. “She’s an orphan. Been here for years. Stronger than most men I know.” But before James could reply, Lord Varek’s face twisted into rage. With a growl, he charged forward, grabbed Sara mid-sentence, and threw her to the ground. Without hesitation, he began to strike her.

Ronan’s voice is dark, dangerous. “It’s her gift,” Isode replies, her tone clipped as she pulls out her phone. Her fingers move fast, but I don’t miss the slight tremble. “Her senses are unmatched.” She presses a few buttons and then speaks to phone when the dail tone cuts. “Sara, put Catherine on the line.” My attention swings to Jude, the question already burning in my chest. “Stronger how?” I demand, stepping toward him. “Is she a witch or something?”