Novelas y relatos de Sarah Connor

The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world. Sienna De Luca. The Omega with a heart full of light… and a life that was never meant to be hers. The Omega who thought that everything was easy, who got everything the way that she wanted to get it, who did not know what it was to struggle, and who did not know what it was to know pain. “I do not need to believe that it is going to work, I need to know that it is.” Hi Sarah. Turning to look at my father. “It won’t just work,” I said, sealing the vial between my palms. “It will change everything. Because right now I'm not going to rely on hope, I'm going to rely on facts and on what I'm going to do.”

On New Year's Eve in 2015, a fire broke out in the women's prison in the western suburbs of City C, and a prisoner code named 0037 died. On the same day, James Smith, the president of MK Media, had a twin baby, and rumors about the child's mother were all over the place.

, the art professor, asked, approaching us. “It was Sarah,” Prescott answered, shaking her head with dismay written all over her face. “She used her abilities on them to get them to do her bidding and have them vote for her. As for why everyone is suddenly powerless, I’m unsure. But I have my board members looking into it as we speak.” “Will there be consequences for Sarah?” I found myself asking. “Of course,” Prescott answered, meeting my eyes. “I grounded her.” “Grounded?” I asked. “She should be expelled.” “Her father would never allow that,” she replied, her frown deepened. “I did as much as I could.” “It’s bullshit,” I murmured, turning away from them. “I’m going to get some rest.” I le

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

The reason I can become friends with Winnifred is because I'm part of the Damien family but if I can't control this b*stard, I won't be considered as a true young madam of the Damien family! Sahara had bodyguards but Connie had bodyguards too. In a blink of an eye, a dozen men rushed in front of Connie to confront Sahara's men. Connie frowned and was considering whether she should cut all of these people into pieces. However, her daughter had just come out of an operation so she was afraid that the sight might frighten her. Never mind, I'll just let them die in one piece... However, she remembered that the young woman in front of her was a descendant of the Damien family who had only walked

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

She couldn't afford to remain entangled in the web of danger that had ensnared her, even if it meant leaving behind the man, who had saved her at the cost of his own life. As she prepared for her departure, Sarah found herself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Guilt gnawed at her conscience as she contemplated leaving Zakariah behind, his fate uncertain in the hands of their enemies. Yet, she knew that she couldn't sacrifice her own freedom for the sake of his survival. She had made a promise to herself—a vow to never again be subjected to the shackles of captivity.

In front of me, even Kasey seemed to be holding her breath. “Who’s your friend, Kasey?” the man asked, taking a step back so he could rake his eyes over my body. I squirmed under his gaze, terrified yet stupidly attracted to this asshole in front of me. He was tall and built, with brushed-back hazel hair, a five o’clock shadow, and a gaze so intense I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him for mercy. “My name is Evelina,” I said steadily. “Eve.”

She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was trying to cover up a bigger conspiracy, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Sarah was killed in an execution style, and she was twenty-five at the time. Her body was discovered ten minutes after Emma's parents' bodies. Her case went cold as it was ruled out as an armed robbery gone wrong. She hadn't even heard about it until today. Meaning that somebody had used all their resources to make sure it was buried. Or, it was a situation of her department being lazy and annoyed, refusing to invest time in her case as they saw it as a waste of resources.