Sara Fields Read Online Novels & Stories

Joshua Damn Nate. He always found a way to screw with me. It was bad enough when it was just me, but now he seemed intent on targeting Sarah. I should have known he was up to something when he offered that stupid bet. When Sarah showed me her cards I was sure she’d win. Now, she had to sit on his lap. I’ll admit, when she first got up and walked over to him I was mortified. She’d looked over at me, begging for me to do something, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted to grab her and run away, but I knew there was no way to get out of the bet. Not with this family. So I just sat there, as Sarah, my girl, went to sit on another guy’s lap. And it wasn’t just another buy. It was Nate. It wa

" Jesse's voice interrupted her thoughts and Sara nodded wanting the ground to swallow her up. **** Sara read the sentence for the sixth time groaning when it refused to stick. What was the meaning of this? Why was she so distracted these days? "Sara, study." She apologized for the rukus and sighed looking down at the book again. An image of Adrain smiling at her as she pushed her finger in and out of her pussy filled her mind and Sara shut her eyes. I just want to study, please get out of my head. "Sara?" Sara couldn't respond as another image filled her head. This one was of Adrain licking her fingers that was filled with her cum. She opened her eyes and looked around her flushing in embar

Every choice I thought I had made, every path I thought I had chosen, every person I thought I had loved, it was all part of a plan, a design, a carefully constructed web that had been spun before I was even born. "Mrs. Debbie, you need to rest," Sarah said from the doorway, her voice soft. "You've been at this all night." "I can't rest. Not until I understand." "Understand what?" I looked up at her, at the woman who had been my rock through all of this, and I held out the file. "Read it. Then you'll understand." Sarah sat down across from me and started reading, her eyes moving back and forth across the pages, her expression shifting from confusion to shock to something that looked like hor

>POV: Carrie Rеаdіng Sаrаh’ѕ dіаrу wаѕ heartbreaking. I соuldn’t hоld bасk thе tеаrѕ. She wеnt thrоugh so much. And she wаѕ ѕо brave; аnd ѕо ѕmаrt, thinking to ѕtеаl the notepad to kеер a personal rесоrd of what hарреnеd hеrе.

It had changed it completely. Sarah had always been the go-to person to handle things like this in the field. Her detachment had been things all the soldiers that met her had commented on at some point. She was so good at it people often wondered if she even had feelings at all. She knew the downside to it, though. She could focus on the task at hand, and it would hit her later on out of the blue. It could easily sideline her without much warning.

“Jackie, can you take James up to the front so I can speak with Sara for a moment?” Jackie smiled at James when she entered the room. “How about we go have some fun for a second? I brought some new coloring books you can color.” James shrugged again, but he went with Jackie without protest. After Harrison closed the door, Sara found it difficult to look him in the eye. She wasn’t embarrassed by what had happened between them, but being alone with him inevitably made her on edge. It was like an energy she’d never before experienced, making it difficult to keep her thoughts straight.

Did I say something wrong? "I am so disappointed with you now. Brandon told me you never fail to read people. But how come you failed to read your wife. Oh my god. I never expected this from you. we will talk about it later. I need to calm down before we continue this discussion." Sara said and with that she left, giving me a disappointed look. Whatever happened but one thing was sure. Sara never fail to read people. For god's sake, she is a renowned Psychiatrist. If she said that I failed to understand what kind of person is Trisha, it means I failed. Does it mean I was wrong about Trisha all along?

She sat on the couch beside him and curled her legs under her. “Should I be worried?” Ian asked. “I read my Bible every night. Can I read to you?” Ian spotted her Bible sitting on the end table and reached for it. “What if I read to you tonight?” Sara’s eyes widened. What if he shocked her to the core? “I’d like that. The bookmark is where I stopped.” He pulled the marker and opened the book to 1 Corinthians Chapter 16. “Thank you for being past the love chapter.” He grinned.

And just like a child getting bored with a toy that they desperately wanted 10 minutes ago, my wolf suddenly comes to a skidding stop, dropping the basket and rolling to the ground with a plop. ‘What's wrong?’ I ask in worry, desperate to get back to the competition. Sara casually pulls herself up, sitting on her butt in a ditzy haze. ‘I’m too tired… I can’t run anymore…’ I’m flabbergasted to say the least. ‘Oh my god. You! You! Seriously Sara?!’ I’m speechless. Sara struggles to straighten her four legs and run again, but without running more than a few steps, she collapses with a plop once again. ‘I really don’t have an ounce of energy left. So sorry, Harper, I’m so weak…’ Sara sobs.

Sara's Pov Henry's eyes were two foci that had locked onto mine; the burning of his gaze was like a branding iron seared into my skin. "Jethro's darkness will pull you in, Sara. It'll make you feel like you're the only one who can save him, that you are the only one who truly understands him. But trust me, it's a lie. He'll use you, Sara. He'll use you until there's nothing left of you."