Sarah Carter Falling Skies Novels & Stories

Alaina asked sarcastically, her head cocked to one side, her eyes narrowed darkly. “Let her go! Let her go!” Ten-year-old Tara’s voice echoed all around her, singing and laughing merrily. “Let her fall. Let her fall.” “I’m letting you go,” Alaina said. “So go and die.” Very slowly, Sakura watched in horror as Alaina unwrapped her hands. “No!” she screamed, watching Alaina as she slowly fell backward from the tree house, her small body flying down toward the ground as if she were falling from a cliff edge down to the angry sea below.

“I hope so too.” *** Grayson's suggestion that I should get some sleep didn't work as it was supposed to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sarah falling. I saw myself extending my hands and trying to catch her. I saw her hands escape my grip. I saw the dark space that remained after the ground beneath her crumbled…

She would have fallen if Carter had not caught her in time, the same time he peeled his gaze from Juliet. “Sorry, I need to check on something,” Carter said and walked away from the dance floor. Seeing a waitress, he picked whatever drink he saw on the tray, and gulped it down. He picked another one again, and gulped it down. Doctor Sarah felt awkward and began to walk away from the dance floor. Carter was an asshole. However, Carter regained himself after recalling his mission and ran up to her, pulling her by the arm. Doctor Sarah pulled her arm away and said, “if you want Juliet, go and tell her and leave me alone. You have caused me enough shame.”

She screamed. A black gloved hand reached in. Carter saw it too late. “No!” he roared, firing again, taking down another attacker, but a second shot rang out. Bang. Carter staggered back, blood exploding from his chest. He fell to his knees, and for one horrifying second, locked eyes with Sarah. And then, he collapsed. Dead. “No… no no no.. CARTER!” Sarah screamed, lunging for him, but more hands grabbed her, two, three, four men all at once, dragging her out of the car, kicking and screaming as she thrashed against them.

I drop to my knees and my body falls to the ground, I feel like I can't breathe, gasping for air. "Sadly, I won't be able to make the payment Mr Giovanni," he says as he walks to me, he squats down beside me and shakes his head, "Such a disappointment," "Fuck you," I breathe out. "I'm sorry, but you're not my type," And everything goes black. -- Juliet Ferguson "Sarah, what are you doing?" "I thought it was obvious. I'm going to kill you," she says pointing the gun at me. I get up from the chair with my hands up, "You do not have to do this Sarah, we can work this out, okay?"

Sylvia knitted her eyebrows into a frown. "What about the surveillance footage? Did you see her?” "I checked but it just so happened that many surveillance cameras in the resort were being repaired at the time. I couldn't find any angles near the hillside where Madam Carter fell. I also checked the surveillance cameras positioned on the roads and by the gates but I couldn’t see any signs of Tara either." Sherry asked, “Sylvia, do you have any other ideas?"

“Good! Now fucking move!” Sarah moves to the window, finally unfrozen as survival mode kicks in for her and she crawls down to the ground. I leap out and roll, stopping in front of her before taking her hand and sprinting for the coverage of trees. When we finally get there, we lean against the bark of an old maple and I check on Sarah, who is panting. “Are you okay?” I ask her and she looks at me. “Did you just jump from the fucking window and land it?”

Instead, my gaze is fixed on a framed National Geographic magazine hanging on the navy-blue wall. The magazine cover features a rugged, dark-haired man in his late thirties, his skin tanned by the sun. Against a backdrop of orange and yellow hues bleeding into the horizon, he fearlessly clings to a rock face, suspended at least four hundred feet above the ground. With only his right fingertips gripping the rock, his legs hang off the edge while his left arm dangles loosely. No harness. No rope. The rising sun illuminates the scene behind him. The title of the magazine catches my eye: ‘From Such Great Heights: The Best Free-Solo Climber in the World. Colton Haynes.’

She felt like she was in the middle of a whirlwind, and she had no idea where it was going to take her. Sophie's intuition was spot on. Something unexpected did happen, and it was not in a good way. As she was walking towards her car, she noticed that her tires had been slashed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was clear that someone had deliberately damaged her car. Sophie didn't know what to do. She was stranded, and it was getting late. She decided to call a friend for help. While she was waiting for her friend to arrive, she noticed a car parked across the street. It was a black sedan with tinted windows. She couldn't see who was inside, but she had a feeling that they were w

I turned my back on her, climbing down the stone staircase carefully as I clutched one hand onto the banister. But Sarah didn’t like being ignored. “You-” I heard her shout, heels clacking on the stone floors, and then I flinched as I heard a high-pitched scream, hands brushing across my skin. My eyes widened and I watched in sheer horror as a vision of blonde and red rushed past me, falling down the stairs. Sarah’s eyes were blown wide open in panic and on instinct, I reached out towards her with both my hands, trying to grab onto her outstretched arm but she slipped past me before I could do anything.