Novel & Cerita Sarah Blake Cheeks

He swiftly commanded me, "Olivia, since you've found out we're getting married, I'm sure you won't mind being a bridesmaid, right?" "Get lost! Get out of my sight, both of you!" I screamed. My anger exploded out of me. Picking up a baseball bat, I chased them out. "Get the hell out of here!" After slamming the door shut with a loud bang, I crumpled to the floor, my chest heaving. A tear trickled out of the corner of my eye as my despair took hold of me. Amid my sorrow, the screen of my phone lit up with a message from Michael.

"Do you have any idea how much I've been worried about you? Do you know how inconsiderate and mean keeping something like this from me is? How fucking dare you!" A tear rolled down her cheek. Mike's heart sank. "Sarah, please!" He turned to look at Danni for support, again. Sarah moved forwards in one swift motion, bringing her hand up quickly and harshly connecting with Mike's cheek. A loud smack filled the room, Mike's head slinging to one side and his vision blurring for a few seconds before clearing. His cheek stung like it was on fire. Sarah turned, then, and flung the curtain open, pushing past her two stunned sisters.

"Sassypants, why not just eat dirt? This is worse than dirt." Sasha's voice was hoarse. "Really? You seemed to enjoy it earlier." Blake smirked, one hand cupping her jaw, fingers brushing her still-wet lips. "I thought that mouth of yours only worked magic in bed." Sasha bit the inside of her cheek, feeling embarrassed. Blake was in a good mood tonight. Usually, he wouldn't waste time chatting, but now, he was teasing her about the drama she liked. "The guys in your show are so ugly. Honestly, none of them can hold a candle to Joshua or me. We're way more handsome."

Twenty nine, Thirty. That makes it Thirty thousand dollars. Wiping the blood that trails down my face, I get out of the cubicle walking to the make-up room. “Oh my god, Penny what happened to your face.”, Sarah chirps holding my upper arm. I look at myself through the mirror. Small freckles of blood litter my upper cheek and I brush them with my fingers. “Nothing the old man punished me.” “Punished you? For what?”, Sarah asks and I look into her wide eyes. They are not the ones like that of the old man. I mean they are wide, but something is different between their eyes. Maybe it was because he was a man and she was a woman.

Stefan teased her and Sarah blushed hard. “Ahh, your blushed cheeks are saying I am correct.” “Shut up Stefan, you are behaving so shameless today.” “Romancing with my wife is not called shamelessness, did you get it?” Stefan’s tone was overbearing, and Sarah blushed again. “But my makeup.” Sarah spent an hour getting ready and within a few minutes it ruined and she is bare-faced. She doesn’t have the patience to do it by herself. “Hold on, I will do it……”

She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked, "Is there anything interesting on TV lately?" Knowing that she had been discovered, Renee didn't bother to hide it anymore. She looked at Elaine and said, "I just received news that Sarah is going to hold a press conference." On the screen, Sarah, without any makeup, had tears streaming down her pale face. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was casually draped behind her head. She leaned on Melissa Garcia's shoulder, barely able to stand steady. This was a stark contrast to her usual sweet and playful demeanor—a tired and devastated appearance.

Sarah's most serious injury was not on her leg but her face. She flaunted a conspicuous scar that stretched across her left cheek. Although the wound had already scabbed over and had started to recover, the pink scar was still impossible to ignore. It was a devastating blow for a girl whose vanity formed a big part of her life—especially Sarah, who took pride in her looks. Since her hospital admission, she hadn't looked in the mirror. She couldn't bear seeing the prominent scar that now adorned her face.

The headline read: “A-List Actress Sarah Lolthammer Replaced by Rising Star Ivana Quinn as the Face of Arlene Glow Skincare.” “What exactly happened?” I asked, keeping my voice steady as I settled into a chair while also adjusting the scarf and my hair to better conceal my face. I couldn’t risk Sarah seeing the mark. Sarah paced the room, her designer heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “That insufferable woman - your stepdaughter - humiliated me in front of everyone! One moment, I was the contracted face of Arlene Glow; the next, she’s shoving me out and replacing me with some no-name actress!”

Jake pinched Sarah on her nose playfully as she became shy all of a sudden while he tried to pull her close. Sarah whined and giggled to his latitude. He was having a broad smile she hadn't seen before on his face. He was always looking tough and unapproachable but it looked calm being with her. She was elated that she was the one who affected him so much. Jake succeeded in pulling her close to him as their core met each other, feeling each other's warmth. "You've got a lot of tomatoes on your cheeks. I never knew you blush to this extent," Jake conceded.

she said. Gray lifted her head. "Sa...sha?" Her eyes were quivering as she studied Sarah's face. "Actually, it's Sa-rah," Sarah corrected, smiling awkwardly. Gray stood up, her eyes still stuck on her face. "Sasha?" "Oh, it must be the first time you're seeing me without makeup. It's me, Sarah, with the geisha makeup?" Sarah chuckled uneasily. Gray brought one hand up. She held her face and gently brushed her thumb against her cheek. "S-sasha?"