Novel & Cerita Sarah Adams Books

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

Deep inside of her, Sarah felt a happiness which she never had before and she really meant what she said to her sister. However, happiness is an elusive star. It either grows out of reach or it falls from the sky even as we catch a glimpse of it. And as usual, fate once again waged sword against Sarah and the next day what she could never imagined to happen, happened. One of Sarah’s favorite hobby was reading books and writing poems. Yesterday, her brother in law mentioned an ancient library located in the corner of the city and this instantly brightened her as she missed reading her novels. However, today was Sunday and the library was closed. So, her parents decided to do some shopping ins

Their presence eased the responsibilities of parenthood, allowing Sarah to balance her career aspirations with the demands of raising a child. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Sarah navigated the journey of motherhood with determination and love. She was determined to instill in Adam the values of kindness, integrity, and resilience, ensuring that he grew into a person of strong character. Despite the challenges she faced as a single mother, Sarah poured her heart and soul into nurturing her son, determined to give him the best possible upbringing.

Because in her madness, deep inside Sarah admitted that being neighbors and girls of the same age they could also have been best friends. - Stay out of this, Adam! Sarah’s voice was trembling; she was shivering with rage, clenching her fists until her nails dug into her flesh. If she had the chance she would have launched herself at his throat. Adam took a step back and with his arms up in a sign of giving all up. - Why did you bring him here? He is not welcomed here, God damn it he is not welcome in my life! - Well, if you allow me, Bob…

"Hey, Nick. I didn't expect you back so soon." Nicholas walked over to her, feeling pride and ownership. "I cancelled my meeting. I wanted to come home to you." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight. "What!." Nicholas sat down beside her, scanning the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" Sarah leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm writing a book. My third novel, actually." Nicholas's eyes widened in surprise. "A book? You're a writer?"

"Perhaps what people say is true. You and she were childhood sweethearts, and I was just an intruder who took advantage while Vivian was studying abroad." "No! It's not like that! You were never an intruder," Zachary said earnestly. "Sasa, we already—" "I know what you're going to say. Those photos explained everything. It's time for me to recover the memories I've lost, to find what I've missed." Sarah raised an eyebrow, her demeanor changing dramatically. Zachary felt a surge of fear. She wanted to recover her past memories? "Where will you go first?" he asked. "The Adams University archives," she answered honestly.

Adams scoffed, “Doesn’t that sound lovely. Look I’ve got a lot of shit going on in my life right now, so take your games elsewhere. It was nice to see you.” He brushed past her as he rooted in his sweatpants for the airpods. “This is not a game, Adams!” Sarah yelled to his retreating back. He stopped. “I can bet two cents that your “shit load of problems” have to do with Myra.” Adams glanced at her over his shoulder. Sarah was sure she had his attention now.

Adham sat down, and Naomi said kindly: — Please… have a seat. Naomi sat, and so did the nanny and Janna. Adham asked: — What is your name? The nanny answered steadily: — My name is Sarah. Adham said: — And where have you worked as a nanny before, Sarah? Sarah replied: — I have worked in five homes before. In the first, I cared for a child from his first day until he turned five. In the second, I cared for a child from the age of seven until fourteen. In the third, I was nanny to a girl from nine to twelve. In the fourth, I cared for a boy from six to ten. And in the fifth, for a boy from seven to eleven.

Just Sarah at a table in a small room, telling me something she believed. "My turn," I said. She waited. "What were you like," I said, "before the fire. Before the mansion. Before any of it. What was Sarah Henderson actually like?" Something moved through her face. Not pain exactly. Something older than pain and quieter. "Small," she said. "I was small, and I climbed everything. Trees, fences, and the back wall of my grandmother's property. Anything that had height, I wanted to be at the top of it." A pause. "I read everything I could find. My grandmother had these old paperback novels stacked in the hall closet, hundreds of them, romance and adventure and crime, all mixed, and I worked thro