Sarah Ban Breathnach Books Novels & Stories

SARA My walk with Harlan outside Alpha Tristan's territory was my first genuine step toward reclaiming a sense of self since I was dragged back here. It felt undeniably good to be outside—to feel the sharp, cool breeze against my face and the warmth of the setting sun on my back. For those few hours, I didn't feel like a possession; I felt alive.

"I need you to answer my question honestly. What are you doing here, Sarah? You are supposed to still be in Antarctica until resummoned by the pack." Sarah looked between them and spoke. "I'm sorry for everything I did to you Breeana. I was wrong. When I was banished from the pack, I was angry. So angry. I wanted to get back at you for a while and when I went to stay with the wolves in Antarctica, I hated it. I hated it so freaking much. It was cold and uncomfortable and the wolves there were so uncivilised and in tune with their wolf sides. But I met Damien and I fell in love." Breeana watched as a variety of expressions crossed Sarah's face. Happiness, love, loss and pain. It almost felt t

They have lived their lives fighting and trying to survive against this hunting of humanity. ‘’We have to do something. We cannot just observe here from the atmosphere’’, whispered Sarah Sarah has a well-shaped figure and a height shorter than a banana plant. She has hair as black as coal. Her eyes are like the color of ocean waves you see during summer. She has a rough voice that seems to be angry when speaking. She stylishly wears her old spacesuit.

Dane swore under his breath, " I don't have time for this!" "Here, let me help you," a woman's voice offered. Dane looked up to see a tall redhead wearing an employee badge over her Burgundy, draped, mock neck, midi sheath dress. The badge read, BAU Special Agent, Sarai Panjuttha. Immediately, Dane noticed her height. She was very tall for a woman, standing at least five feet ten inches. She was slender; almost too thin. Her smile was warm; genuine. She was definitely in a class above his Wednesday pick- me-ups. This woman exuded grace. She was elegant; poised; stunning.

Sarah shook her head. "Oh come on. I promise I won't read any smut scenes out loud." Sarah's eyes widen as she smacked her hand onto her face. I laughed at her reaction. She really did remind me of the author of the book I read. 'Alesha' and ironically both their names began with an S and had two A's. Such a goody- two shoe.

I remember whispers about her falling ill but didn’t understand how horrifically sick she’d really been until now. Sarah is a Mystic. She’s different. It takes so much more energy to heal her. Healing her sucked my powers dry, and I feel… shockingly empty right now. It was like running a marathon and then getting hit by a bus, but she’s alive, and so are her twins.

“Haven’t gotten past the first chapter yet. And from that I would say it’s chick-lit at the most.” Gloomily staring at the front page, Sarah was obviously wondering how often Wendy came by to drop something off or pick something up. “Can I look at it?” she asked with what looked like a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Sure!” Jack nodded encouragingly and turned back to his computer. Behind him Sarah had started flipping through the pages. Suddenly she stopped. “Oh-my-God!”she breathed, barely suppressing a giggle. Jack whisked around, frowning. “What?”

They knew what Lena was capable of, and they knew that once she set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. Lena’s smile returned, sharper than before. “Let’s see how long Sarah can hold onto her little fairy tale. Because it’s about to come crashing down, and when it does, there won’t be a damn thing she can do to stop it.” --- Andrew's Mansion. Midnight. Sarah’s eyes fluttered open in the stillness of the night. A strange, sudden thirst gripped her—an undeniable urge to drink water. She glanced at the jug beside the bed but found it empty.

She shivered as her nipples tightened under the thin cotton of her blouse. Sarah tried to distract herself with the books, reaching up to place one on a high shelf. But her mind drifted. The quiet, the cold, and the isolation all stirred something inside her—something filthy. Her fingers brushed the curve of her breast through the scoop of her neckline and the friction made her breath hitch. She shouldn’t, she knew that. But what was the harm in teasing herself a little? Just for a moment. Her nipples grew hard, visibly poking through the fabric. She paused, peeking through the shelves around her. No footsteps. No voices. No cameras here either. She was truly alone. That thought turned her o

Surprisingly, she felt lighter today despite sleeping at dawn. Sarah never got her reply from either of the dazed children. They rubbed the sleep out of their eyes as their senses started to awaken. Sarah gave them their time and space to wake up completely and got to the cupboard to get Ophelia’s treatment ready. After getting everything she needed, she placed the tray on the nightstand and noticed the stack of books. One of them was tangled with Ophelia’s blanket. Sarah could now guess what they had been doing all night. She smiled to herself.