Sara Fields Read Online Novels & Stories

She was also stunned and lost for words, and it just felt as if her vocal chords seized. Walking robotically, she picked up the white paper she had seen from afar on the bed, and turning it over she saw something written boldly, and it read, -‘Sara Parker, your doomsday is near…’- “Ariel… Ari…” Sara stuttered,hands cold and shaking as she turned to face her best friend who was already standing close to her. “What is that?” “Have a look…look at…at thi…this…” She was stammering, looking so frightened as flashbacks of the previous incident ran through her head.

"I'm not afraid of him, Maddy. I'm not afraid of anyone. I said what I meant, and I meant what I said. If he can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." "I am also done with him, I really need some peace," Sara said, her voice firm. "I will be happy as a homeless person on the streets of Los Angeles or as a simple housewife in Tehran married to some old man, but not in this company." She picked up her box and walked out of the cabin. ****

He turned. Sara was ten feet away talking to a young warrior about the eastern fence line breach, her burned hands wrapped in field dressings, her white hair dark at the temples from dried blood, and she was so entirely and completely present in the middle of everything that had just happened to her that something in Roman's chest cracked straight down the middle. The feral edge surged.

Should they encourage her to hold onto her marriage, or support her in her quest to save Rose's life? Sara let out a deep sigh, her eyes searching for understanding in their faces. "After the party, I had planned to leave this villa. But Yohan has agreed to the condition. So... I will go to October tonight." Without waiting for a response, Sara Owen rose from the couch, leaving Natalie and Bruno in a state of shock and contemplation. The weight of her words hung in the air, and the room filled with a heavy silence. Closing the bedroom door behind her, Sara Owen leaned back against the wall and let out a deep, heavy sigh. Taking a moment to collect herself, she glanced at the watch on her wri

Placing a hand on my head, I feel a headache coming along. “Damn it, it’s like reading the same thing over and over again.” Sarah, who doesn’t even look half as fazed as me, continues to flip through her fifth book with ease. “We can't give up yet; I am sure we will find something in one of these.” I wish I had as much hope and enthusiasm as she did. I pick up the next book and flip through the pages lazily. For a brief second, something catches my eye. I flip back a few pages to see exactly what it is. It is a picture of a bleeding wolf standing before a divine being.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" Sara said, walking right up to my cell. She smelled like expensive perfume the kind she always wore to make sure everyone knew how rich she was. "The perfect Eva Brown Graves, locked up like a common criminal." "What do you want, Sara?" I asked. I tried to make my voice sound strong, but it came out shaky instead. She laughed a high, fake laugh that echoed off the walls. "Oh, I just wanted to see it for myself. I had to make sure it was real." She pressed closer to the bars, lowering her voice. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

“Yeah, sure. Now you say that. After I read the truth in your own words. How am I supposed to believe anything you say? I feel so stupid right now.” We stood there for a long minute. Both of us breathing hard. Sara wiped her eyes with the towel. It left her face red and blotchy. “Please believe me. Those old pages are old news. The new ones are about you. I can show you every line if you want. Just sit down and read them with me. We can go through it together.”

I sighed, moving off her. “Let’s feed your stomach, love. You’ll need energy for later.” I teased. Sarael rolled her eyes but got back up. “Yes, I’ll need lots of energy for all the reading I need to do.” she nodded, opening an app on her phone to place an order. “You like Chinese?” she asked. “What reading? And yes, I like Chinese. I’m not picky. Anything beef is fine.” I answered. “Yes, I need to read up on the unbinding spell, and I want to look through the book Mister Tracey loaned us some more.” she nodded, placing the order.

“You have bewitched him. That's the only explanation. You used some dark spell, some cursed magic to sink your claws into him!" "I have no magic.” Sara said quietly. "I don't even have a wolf." Karissa stepped in closer, jabbing a finger hard into Sara’s chest. “Say whatever you want. I don’t care,” she snapped. “I’ll prove it. You’re not normal and when I do, you’ll burn for what you’ve done.” Sara watched her storm off, heels clicking against the floor with fury. She sighed and entered her room, shutting the door behind her. Her hands trembled slightly, but she managed to stay upright.

"Just think about it dear, in the meantime let's keep watching that beautiful wedding, what a feast! Sara takes up the sadness that it gave her to see the love of her life marry another woman, with a spectacular one, who bore no resemblance to what she was at that time, despite being a nurse she had not returned to practice her profession, she was just a waitress in a cafeteria in a distant town that did not even appear on the map of the country.