Sarah Blake Cheeks Novels & Stories

"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.

a voice drawled from the edge of the cubicle. Sarah was leaning against the partition, holding a stack of vendor lists and staring directly at my face with a look of mock concern. "It's fine," I said, turning back to the monitor and keeping my voice flat. "It's really not fine," she countered, stepping into the workspace and pointing a manicured finger at my cheek. "You missed a spot right on your jaw. It looks like you got into a bar fight over the weekend, or maybe you just fell asleep with your face in a makeup palette."

Gulping, she whispered, “Sarah Mikkelsen.” Humming, I bit down on the biscuit, gazing at her from head to toe. “A tip. Do you want a cream? anti pimple therapy? for reducing the pimples on your face. I'm pretty sure with this type of face of yours no one would be able to approach you, so it will do wonders for you if you want to get a boyfriend.” I sweetly smiled at her. A tear rolled down her cheek whilst gasps and snickers were heard around us.

Travis Blake says it feels good. “Your skin is not awful at all." She was reluctant to release his cheek, so she squeezed it several times, feeling the flesh's elasticity. “Your aunt Scarlet has good skin, do you resemble her in this?” Hailey asked with a giggle.

" Sarah asked him with furrowed brows. "Why don't you take a look at your face so that you can know what I'm talking about?" Xavier said to her before returning to her chair. Without hesitating, Sarah took her phone and checked her face, only to realize that her two cheeks were flushing red. Without uttering a word to Xavier, she brought out her makeup kit and applied some powder to her cheeks. Meanwhile, Xavier, who was watching her, couldn't help but smile at himself. "Nothing happened between the both of us," Sarah said to him when she realized how he was smiling.

Slowly, she drifts off to sleep. “Well, there goes to our party night down the drain” Robert sighs. Sour mouth probably pissed the guardian angels. As soon as he finish speaking, the lights came on. All of them simultaneously snap up at the light source except for Sarah who is fast asleep. Mike is the first one to lower his gaze and study Sarah’s face in the light. His eyes widen slowly, catching everyone’s attention as they curiously follow his eye line. A row of gasps erupts. Two red bleeding spots peek at her rosy lips. A large, purplish hickie highly contrasts her slender neck. Even a few fine scratches up her cheeks.

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?"

I knocked again, harder this time. The curtain in the window next to the door moved just a little. I saw an eye peek through, then disappear. A few seconds later, the door opened just a little. Sarah's face appeared in the gap. She looked different than she did on TV. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and she wore sweatpants and an oversized sweater. No makeup. Which was very weird. Sarah always wore makeup. She knew how beautiful she was and never wasted time flaunting it. The last gala must have wounded her pride so much for her to be looking like this.

I fire. "Fucking bitch!" she gasps. "Come at me. Let's end this once and for all," I say as I take a step forward. "Ladies please, don't do this," Blake says and he pulls me away. I turn to face him and my arm flies right across his face, leaving a very hot slap on his left cheek. The fucking audacity of this fucker! How the hell does he even think that he can stop me from punching Sabrina when she's the cause of all of this in the first place?

“Okay, spill. You vanished Friday night, my texts went to read, and now you look like you got mauled by a bear. Was it him?” Emma shoved her trig book in, slammed the metal door. “Basement. Quick, dirty, and he still made me leave first. Then Madison called me a whale in front of thirty people. I clapped back. Blake watched the whole thing and said nothing.” Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck, you went back for more? Em, this isn’t hate anymore. This is self-harm with a six-pack.”