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Adele tried to reason with Sarah, but how could Sarah give up now when her dream man was right within her reach? “The redder the flag, the thriller the chase.” “Oh my God. You're insane!” Emily didn't know whether to cry or laugh. “This is that author's fault…what's her name again?” “Hassy_101.” Adele chirped. Sarah clapped with excitement. “There's an announcement on her fan page that she's going to release her next books soon! One’s a mafia story, the other’s a werewolf story, but she hasn’t decided which to write first. She’s letting the readers vote!” Sarah practically vibrated with excitement.

Her eyes locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, you look startled. You can leave," Beth said, dismissing Megan. She then turned to me with a warm smile. "I must say, Ms. Jones, your sister is quite the bookworm. She was very particular about the books we provided." I chuckled, "I know, she's always been an avid reader. It's one of her favourite things to do." I noticed Sarah started reading fiction books more frequently when we grew apart. I never questioned it, assuming she was seeking an escape from the tension between us. I figured she found solace in the stories, a way to temporarily forget about our issues and immerse herself in a different world.

‎ ‎When I'd first heard about Sarah Bennett the woman who'd come back from the dead to reclaim her company—I'd been intrigued. ‎But meeting her had been different. ‎She wasn't just intelligent. She was fucking brilliant. She wasn't just beautiful, she was striking in a way that had nothing to do with physical appearance and everything to do with the way she carried herself. The way she met my gaze without fear. The way she refused to be intimidated by me. ‎Most people were intimidated by me, of course they should be. I had the power to destroy them, and they knew it. ‎But Sarah had looked at me like I was a challenge she was willing to fuck and conquer.

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

The sky above was bruised with streaks of red and copper, the blood moon’s echo still clinging to the horizon like a wound refusing to close. He was bleeding again his side torn open from the last fight but it didn’t matter. Sarah was gone. She had given herself to stop the Hollow from consuming the town. And John was the one left behind. He tightened the blood-soaked bandage around his ribs and took a slow breath, listening to the groaning earth beneath him. There was movement in the shadows. Something old. Something waking. Then came the voice. "You look like hell” Saraphina stepped out of the smoke, face streaked with dirt, the tattered remains of her ceremonial robe dragging behind her.

Is the second time in a month when she sees someone drawing himself, and her heart was just broken. “Sarah!” Gal shouted. “Stay with me! Please!” but was too late. In the middle of the Ice Lake, closer to o hole that could make the ice break at every second, with her blood spreading around her, her shoes out of her feet, her purse fallen somewhere closely, Sarah just fainted. She was too weak to survive the stress, the wound she had and the cold around. And just as the book’s title states, book that was in her purse, she saw “all the light that we cannot see “(Anthony Doerr’s book).

Answered the woman Sarah's Pov - I was not surprised anymore since now I knew... I'm the villainess of one of the novels written by one of my most favourite authors the novels name was ' True Love '. It was one of the novels that didn't click with me because I felt bad for the villainess but... Hey, why the hell am I the villainess...? But, before that the most important thing is... “Then, I suppose you are my parents?” asked Sarah “That is right, dear.” Said the Duchess

“Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.” “Very good, Evelina,” an amused voice said with a mock clap. And when I looked at the form standing in the doorway to the dimly lit room I let out a shriek of surprise. Standing before me was Sarah, the very woman who had tried to kill us in my vision. A/n: NEw year's resolution: FINISH THIS BOOK WITHIN 15 DAYS. Also,signups open for my book 1001 Nights with the Lycan King, it is a fairy tale retelling of 1001 Arabian nights . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

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(Sarah’s POV) The cold night air burned in Sarah’s lungs, a raw, desperate gasp for a freedom she could taste but couldn't quite reach. The small bag she clutched to her chest was pitiful – a meager collection of clothes, a wad of crumpled bills she’d snatched from Caleb’s secret stash. It wasn’t much, but it represented everything: a sliver of hope, a desperate bid for a life that wasn't dictated by the click of a gun or the slam of a fist. Freedom. The word echoed in her mind, a sweet, impossible whisper.