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The city has a rich and dark history, filled with legends of vampires and supernatural creatures. That was what terrified Sarah the most; that perhaps those legends were true, she did not imagine being devoured by a legion of vampires, and that her poor body lay cold and dry, in some unknown place, that death was not something she wanted for her. Sarah is a twenty-five-year-old girl with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. She has large, expressive hazel eyes and a shy smile that is rarely shown. She is an intelligent and hard-working woman, with a reserved but curious personality.

SARAH I move closer to the intoxicating scent around me. It smells so familiar, but I can't place where I've smelled it before. It smells so good that I don't even want to open my eyes to check where it's coming from. It calms my heart and makes me want to spend the whole day wrapped around it. I let out a sigh and feel my breath bounce back against my face. That's odd; why did that happen? I slowly open my eyes to find out what's wrong. My eyes widen as I come face to face with a rock-hard chest. I quickly check my body to ensure I didn't do what I think I might have done. I know I drank a lot last night, but I am not one to have a drunken one-night stand. A breath of relief escapes me once

Lena pulled Sarah’s worn, leather-bound journal from her bag, handing it to Adam and then flipping to a marked section. “She left me this - not just names and dates, but... truths that could shake everything.” She felt the weight of her sister’s final words - the ones Sarah had hoped would one day bring justice.. The entries were meticulous but coded, revealing a sinister web woven beneath the surface of the Rathbone pack’s polished facade. Sarah’s handwriting grew increasingly urgent: Her finger traced the handwritten words.

What did you say to the woman who poisoned you, stole your child, and was now dying alone in prison? Sarah saved me from finding words. She reached into a manila envelope the guard had brought with her and pulled out a leather-bound book. Her hands shook as she slid it across the table. "This is Grace's baby book," she said quietly. "I made it in here. Over four years. It's everything I wish I could have given her." I stared at the book but didn't touch it. "Why are you giving this to me?"

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

A woman who carried the light of the world in her eyes. Over the last decade, Sarah had become like a pearl covered in dust, her brilliance forgotten by a world that only saw her as Arthur Vance's disgruntled wife. Looking at her now, Chloe realized that Yvonne Blue didn't even possess a fraction of Sarah’s grace or strength. But a cold fear tightened in Chloe’s chest. Sarah was blunt, honest, and brave—qualities that made her a hero, but made her vulnerable to a poisonous snake like Yvonne Blue. In a war of shadows and whispers, Sarah’s brightness might be the very thing Yvonne used to destroy her.

"I'm looking for the lighthouse keeper. They said I might find you here." Maya's heart gave a small, familiar lurch. An old reflex. She made herself breathe. "I'm the keeper. I'm Maya. Can I help you?" The woman's eyes, a pale, washed blue, held hers. "My name is Sarah. I read your book. The one about the fox. Then I read the article. The one about..." She paused, searching for words. "About what happened to you. To your family." Maya felt the old, familiar prickle of caution. But she also felt something else: a quiet, steady presence that was new. She had told her story. She had chosen to let it be seen. She could choose to hear this woman's story too.

One hour later, after helping the woman whose name she just found was Anne, Sarah took the notepad and pen which she had asked her earlier and entered the study room. She absolutely loved it! It was a moderate room with a small table accompanied by a chair in the middle. There were two huge shelves filled with books on both sides of the room. Sitting on the chair, facing the window which overlooked a mountain, Sarah let out a happy sigh. It was such a beautiful scenery and at last, she could write down the feelings which had been troubling her since yesterday.

The world around her was still, the result of a spell of silence. Sarah stormed into the library, throwing a book of her own. It was odd to see her daughter behaving in such a manner, doubly so to see her rant but not hear it. Elizabeth finished transcribing her current page and set her quill down. Stoppering the vial of human blood she had been writing with, she snapped her fingers, breaking the spell. "-and to top it all of, some asshole hacked our website and my profile picture is a giant dick!" Sarah kicked the book, launching it across the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

This is a short introduction to all the essential Characters who are you going to read in this book further. Their looks will be discussed in the further chapters of the Novel. Enjoy reading, I hope you like it!! Sarah Brown - A 24-year-old woman who is jobless. She is the daughter of a rich woman Hannah Brown. She is very polite and of jolly nature but gets irritated or angry too easily. Emma Miller - A 24-year-old woman who is the president of the company The Ambition. A polite woman but hates her life.