Sara-j Novels & Stories

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Jack said, sliding to Susan’s cover, body between her and the world. Her eyes found him under the lenses. Judgment. Hope. Refusal to cry. “Jack McCormack. ASIO,” he said, offering a hand that looked too calm to be lying. “We’re getting you out.” “Who are they?” she whispered. “People who care a lot about what you know,” he said. “Move.” He pushed her toward Sonja’s orbit. Sonja put one hand on the small of Susan’s back, the other up in a stop sign that meant, Do not be brave without permission. The world around them was a dropped tray of lives, clattering.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Sarah replied. Sister Gladys offered her a single nod and exited the room. When she was gone, Sarah stood awkwardly for a moment, watching the quietly women stare back at her in scrutiny. Then another one closest to her, sitting on the lower bunk, stood up and smiled warmly, breaking the weird silence much to her relief. "I'm Sister Anita, this is Sister Florence..." She gestured to the first woman who had approached her from the upper bunk, then she finally pointed at the last woman sitting on the last bunk bed. "...and that over there is Sister Yin." Sarah craned her neck to see the last woman, just noticing that the women were of different races. Anita was an African-American, Florence lo

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

Once her jealousy cleared and she could think straight, it was pretty obvious that Ray and this woman were related. Leah glared at Ray, whose chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. She sighed and turned back to the woman with a blush staining her cheeks. “Sorry, that was rude of me.” She reach out her hand to the woman. “I am Leah Sullivan.” The woman reached out and shook Leah’s hand. “I am Francesca, Ray’s sister. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She stepped closer and pulled Leah into a hug that she wasn’t expecting. Leah smiled, a tear coming to her eye when Francesca continued by saying, “Welcome to the pack, little sister.”

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

Lydia responded coldly, making me wonder, but I didn't dwell on her words too much. “"I get it. Anyway, her name is Sarai, and she's a maid at the pack house," I informed her. "Wow! So she's an Omega maid?" she asked again. "Yes, is that a problem?" I questioned. "Not at all. Tell me more about her," she asked.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”