Sarah Cameron Novels & Stories

With that command left in the air, Damon's steps turned into a jog and before long, he was out of sight, leaving a confused Sarah standing in the middle of a place she barely knew. She didn't move a muscle. She wasn't sure what exactly was going on but for some reason, her chest felt as if it was going to explode. The only thing she knew about it all, was that he was after the woman who's name was apparently Katie. "Katie?" Sarah tested the name on her tongue and a few seconds later, she realized it's familiarity. Katie was that woman...the woman who Liam spoke of and she was also the same woman who was in the photo...the one who was capable of making Damon look like a totally different vers

I huffed a chuckle, and Grayson rolled his eyes. “You look ugly when you're jealous,” he said, smirking. I forced a deep breath and freed the steak knife from my merciless grip. “I'm not jealous; I'm pissed. Big difference.” Grayson's brows rose. “Do elaborate, please. I can't wait to hear it.” I gave him a look. “Cameron is a cold and calculative piece of shit, and Sarah..." I trailed off, wondering if I could even find the right words to describe her.

This is a chance of a lifetime. Camilla and Jared glanced at each other in shock. Their mother was the sweetest woman they had never known. She never stepped on anyone's toes and stayed away from trouble. But this actions and words of hers now shows she was flying on the wings of Mr Campbell. He came to the right and salvaged the situation that would bring them shame. When Cameron heard the words of Sara, he felt his throat suddenly choke. The woman was mean. Does she really want them to do such strenuous work?

Andrew muttered his goodbye before leaving the room entirely. The second he disappeared, Sarah immediately grabbed Genevieve’s hands excitedly. “We finally did it,” she said with visible satisfaction. “Katelyn is finally gone.” Genevieve’s eyes widened with excitement instantly. “Seriously?” Sarah nodded proudly. “She’s completely out of Damon’s life.” “Oh my God,” Genevieve breathed out. The relief on her face was impossible to miss. Sarah guided her gently toward the sofa so they could sit together properly. “I have to admit,” Sarah said while smiling at her. “Those photographs truly worked beautifully.”

Catherine saw that some dancers bowed their heads and some looked into the nothingness. Catherine went to the speaker and plugged it’s wire to her phone and changed the music to The Shape of You by Ed Sheeran and she went to the dance floor and started dancing hip hop, specifically popping and locking. Everyone was surprised to Catherine’s hidden talent and suddenly Catherine approached Tristan, one of the ballet dancers, as if she’s challenging him. Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

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?"

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

The idea solidified as she considered it more. Glancing at her screen, she typed, searching for discreet photographers and actresses who could act the part. Risky? Yeah. Exciting? Hell yes. This plan could even things out. Then she thought about utilizing his executive assistant, Sarah. She seemed like someone who could be easily swayed. Amanda had been observing Sarah, Damien’s meticulous executive assistant, for weeks. She knew Sarah was crucial to executing her plan to undermine Damien’s relationship with Seraphina. One afternoon, Amanda spotted Sarah in the break room, meticulously reviewing schedules. Amanda approached her with a serious expression.