Sarah Cameron Novels & Stories

he said while turning on his camera. "Then?" "Then I start to turn on my camera to take pictures of you. As soon as I captured the picture you're gone in my sight then I look at the picture in my camera just to find out that you are just in the lake." As the camera screen bright he go to the gallery and handed me the camera with the picture where Hilary is up in the sky looks like she's flying. Why would she do such a thing?

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.

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE: Sarah Sarah Carr ran down her hallway and stopped before a mirror to check her cropped, spiked hair. “Pushing sixty-three but I don’t look a day over forty-five.” Her laughter was a sad, husky sound in this house. Self-affirmations like these got her through the day.

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

“It’s Eric, remember? You promised you’d stop calling me Mr. Damon outside the office.” She hesitated, then nodded, still visibly uncertain. “Right. Eric.” I reached for my glass of water. Sarah Harland had been at Damon Enterprises for only four months. A marketing intern with impeccable timing and an infectious laugh. She was sharp, ambitious, and disarmingly sincere. The kind of woman who still said thank you to receptionists and stayed behind to help colleagues polish their presentations. She reminded me of something I’d lost. “Thank you for agreeing to lunch,” I said.

Scarlett’s POV “Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?” I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land’s northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home. They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Well,” Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, “it’s interesting.”

"I am Alpha John of Ironwood Pack. This is Alpha Sarah of Riverside Pack. We've come to negotiate an end to this... situation." "Situation," Kelvin repeated, his voice dangerously quiet. "You've laid siege to my territory. Killed my warriors. And you call it a situation?" "We came for the Ghost Wolf," Sarah said. She was younger, sharp-featured, with eyes like ice. "Not to make war on Lycan packs. Release her to us along with Christopher, and we withdraw. No further bloodshed necessary." "No," I said simply. All three looked at me. Christopher smiled coldly.

I looked away, trying to focus on the flickering candlelight. "Do you like what you see, Rune?" I was startled to hear a voice from the corner and turned to find Yara, the pack's wise healer, watching me with a knowing, almost motherly smile. "What can I do for you, Yara?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended, irritated that she had caught me staring after my second-in-command. "Carmen is a beautiful woman," Yara noted, stepping into the light. "Strong, determined, and fiercely loyal to you. Are you truly certain you wouldn't rather have her than this 'Sara' girl from the Twilight Zone? A ghost from a dead pack?"

She howled in pain as she tried to stop herself from taking another step toward me. "Cyrus!" Carmela screamed my name. When I looked at her, her eyes are now on me. Her cheeks has a lot of scratches and blood almost covered her face but I could still see her tears. Carmela shut her eyes before she screamed, "Ahhhh!" "Do it! Kill me. Only then will I be able to forgive myself for blaming you all these years. Cyrus, today is the exact same day he died and I would appreciate it if you kill me now. Just kill me. Please." Cyrene screamed as she struggled to fight against her wolf.

I replied. Cameron grinned. "Somewhere." "It's just better this way," he smiled. I sighed. "Sarah, meet Cameron." "Cameron, meet Sarah." Sarah waved. "Nice to meet you." Cameron's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're Sarah," he said. He stood up and walked up to her. Took her hand and kissed it. "Enchanté." "Nice to meet you." "I've heard a lot about you." Sarah's cheeks flushed. Cameron's charm was overwhelming.