Sarah Connor Novels & Stories

Catherine said calmly while trying her best to suppress her emotions. Melanie chuckled. “Alright, maybe you don’t know about this yet but the woman in the photo is Sarah Neeson. She’s not dead.” “What nonsense is that?” Catherine frowned. How could that be possible? Sarah had been dead for a long time. “I’m telling the truth. I’ve seen Sarah in person before and that’s definitely her. Besides, I’ve looked into it. Sarah didn’t actually die abroad back then. She returned home a few days ago. Shaun, Rodney, and Chester are spending time with her every day, treating her like a princess. Oh right, I saw with my own eyes that she was walking out of the hotel room with Shaun yesterday morning. Wha

I said then I called Emir "Sir, there's a call from Sarah Park, she wants to talk to you now." "Okay transfer the call," he replied. She might be a really good friend of him that's why he immediately agreed. I transferred the call and diverted my attention back to Lauren. "Who was it?" She asked. "Someone named Sarah Park from GBN," I replied, frowning. I didn't know why was I even frowning. "Oh, she is the most famous anchor of a famous news channel, Global Business News. And let me tell you she is a total bitch."

Connor's face brightened, and he smiled widely as if he was ecstatic to see me. "Don't touch him! It annoys me," I said. "Take it easy, sweetheart. Your cousin and I were just talking," Connor smirked. "Talking? More like canoodling!" I declared. "Canood...what?" Sarah looked like her eyes will pop out of her sockets. "I think I'm going to take Anya home," Connor stood up and held me. "Wait...are you two dating!" Sarah exclaimed. "Just beocuz we arezn't dating doesn't mean you can have him," I slurred.

Lily: "Sure, Roger. First up on to the podium comes Sarah Cookman, Team GB's lead sucker. Her role, along with Jemma Davies who's approaching now, is to concentrate on the Punter's penis and testicles, using her mouth, tongue, lips and even teeth to pleasure him to climax. Most teams start off with one or two suckers in play although three isn't uncommon and I once saw a fantastic power play from the Ukrainians with four suckers on a cock at the same time. Amazing stuff!" Roger: "Yeah, I bet that really was amazing, Lily. I have to say the two British Suckers are gorgeous." Lily: "That's right, Roger. Sexual athletes have to be very skilful but they're also chosen for their looks to ensure a

“Why on earth will I waste my time with a whore like her?” “Because she is the key to destroying Damien. I have something we can use against her.” “Which is?” She exchanged glances with Adrian. “Sarah is not pregnant,” she revealed. “What?”

Sarah hacked into three independent news networks simultaneously. "You have five minutes before they trace the signal and shut us down," she said, adjusting the camera. "Make it count." I sat in front of the lens. Damien stood behind me. Hope slept in the corner, finally peaceful after days of terror. "Ready?" Sarah asked. "No. Do it anyway." The red light blinked on. "My name is Flora Ashford. Some of you know me as the widow of Richard Ashford. Others know me as the woman supposedly kidnapped by Damien Cross. Both versions are lies constructed by Victoria Ashford to cover the truth about our family."

He was OK with it because, over time, they had become good friends themselves. Ruby was a few inches shorter than Connor, with shoulder-length red hair and an athletic body. She was on the school's swim team with Sarah and always kept in good shape. Despite eventually becoming friends with her, Connor could never get over how good she looked in a swimsuit. She had decent C-cup breasts, a small waist, and a great ass.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

“That’s exactly what she wants. Fear.” Briggs sighed. “Sarah—” “She already confessed,” Sarah cut in. “Not last night. Days ago. When I went for that walk.” Briggs blinked. “Confessed?” “Yes.” Sarah leaned forward, her eyes burning. “She didn’t deny sending the first assassin. The one now rotting in police custody. I recorded it.” Briggs opened his mouth to respond but the sound of the front door opening interrupted him. Both of them turned. Scorpion walked in, his movements purposeful, his expression unreadable. He crossed the room without a word and stopped in front of Sarah.

"My daughter would have hated what I became. She always believed in integration, in giving supernaturals a chance. I forgot that. Thank you for reminding me." Connor feels the weight lift slightly. Not completely—two hundred wolves are still dead, and Sarah's actions can't be undone. But at least no more will die from Helix weapons. "What happens to you now?" he asks. "Prison, probably. I've broken dozens of laws, violated international treaties, funded terrorism." Sarah pours another drink. "But that's fine. I deserve it." "I'll testify on your behalf. Explain about your daughter, about the grief—" "Don't. I made my choices. I own them." Sarah meets his eyes. "But Connor? Keep being who you