Sarah Cameron Novels & Stories

‘Is Zachary Connor some sort of freak of nature?’ “Consider your career in the entertainment industry over. From now on, I will do everything in my power to crush you.” Zachary spoke in a mildly husky voice, but his eyes were cold and sinister like Satan’s. Sarah’s face was drained of color. She was a famous model and had only begun her career in the entertainment industry half a year ago. Her gorgeous looks and amazing figure had earned her connections with a few influential figures in the entertainment industry. She had risen to the ranks of a B-list actress in just half a year.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Scarlett might never come back after the treatment she got. "We should keep searching for her. We have her photo. We can start from there. Give handsome rewards to whoever finds her." Maxwell said, and it sounded like a plan. That would do for now.

Liam’s eyes flared with a sudden, dark triumph. He started to bridge the final inch, his hand moving from the table to cup Ethan’s jaw— “Mr. Vance? Ethan? Is that you?” The voice was high-pitched and sharp. Ethan practically leaped out of his skin, snatching his hand back and knocking his spoon onto the floor. He looked up to see Sarah, a beautiful, high-achieving TA from their Structural Systems class, standing by the table. She was wearing a slim-fitting red dress, her eyes darting between Ethan’s flushed face and Liam’s predatory scowl.

Sarah was well aware of her striking presence – standing tall at 5'11" with her distinctive Caucasian heritage, she commands attention. Her long, cascading, corn-colored curls framed her face and flowed down her back, while her perfectly proportioned figure had been further enhanced by months of rigorous training. Her skin, a delicate shade of pinkish fairness, radiated with ethereal beauty. She could decipher the myriad expressions she encountered – some are sizing her up, others are openly mocking for her commoner Caucasian blood, a few were green with envy, and several are on the hunt for any perceived vulnerability. Inwardly, she steels herself with a silent mantra, "Don't let them break

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

“Oh….I guess, if you want, but you can’t put it inside of me.” I rubbed my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them open. I’d been with hundreds of women, all shapes and sizes, and Sarah really did have the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. It stuck up in the air, a perfect heart shape, calling to me. “Put your head down and stick your ass out. I need a better angle.”

I assured Isaac. Cameron Raul was the last friend in our friend circle. She was a beta, young and confident and was Isaac’s agemate unlike me who was the youngest and we met each other in college. Cameron isn’t dead, she’s in Iceland as a single mother with an omega daughter and currently in a healthy relationship with a woman Sarah hooked her up with.