Sarah Fier Fear Street Novels & Stories

My palms dropped on her shoulders. I wanted to scream and cry all I wanted, but I didn't want to cause a scene as well. I did not want to look desperate. "My lady, I have no idea how it feels for you. I'd be a liar if I said I knew how it felt, but you know what? I can't let you sit here and cry while that crazy bitch is over there." Sarah's voice suddenly became menacing... I could feel the fear sprouting roots just by listening to her.

I took a deep breath in and out, attempting to calm my nerves, but it only seemed to worsen my fear. I didn't expect my bully, Sarah, to be the first to want to use this area. Not after, I had hidden a dead body here. I held my breath, hoping the door would hold itself for a while, and used one hand to steady the other, trying to stop its incessant shaking. Sarah walked in, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What took you so long, slave?" she asked, her voice dripping with disgust. "Did you want to sleep here?”

she said softly. James watched her face, reading the sudden fear written there. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. Sarah forced a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes… I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting this.” She turned away, but her legs felt heavy. Because she knew where this could lead. Back to a past she had spent six years trying to bury. Back to the dark night she never wanted to remember. As she walked toward the stairs, she whispered under her breath:

Were these people here to provide material for her? She tried her best not to show fear, but her voice couldn't help but tremble. "It's broad daylight. Aren't you being too audacious? I advise you to calm down..." The two men remained silent and continued to approach, their eyes fixed on her, as if she were a prey they could devour. In an instant sarah felt a chill down her spine and broke into a cold sweat. She couldn't help but think that they didn't seem human. But this was the modern era, and people should believe in science, right?

My breath leaves me in a hiss, sharp and furious. This isn’t a prank. This is a fucking threat. I go to the window and peer down into the street. Nothing. No parked vans. No shadows. Just the late-night calm of the neighborhood. But I know better. Calm never lasts. I scroll through the photos again and screenshot them, then delete the originals. I don’t want her seeing them. Not yet. Not while she’s finally feeling safe. Not until I know how to protect her. I turn back toward the couch.

It was a high-pitched, piercing noise that sent a violent shiver down Lin’s spine. She looked at the wall. The paint was pristine, white and unblemished. Yet, the sound was so clear it felt as if the nail was on the inside of the room, just centimeters from her hair. She banged her fist against the wall. "Sarah! Stop it! It’s one in the morning!" The scratching stopped instantly. A moment later, she heard a muffled giggle from the other side of the wall. Lin sighed, pulling the duvet over her head. Sarah was a theater major, notorious for her elaborate pranks and her inability to take anything seriously. She probably had a piece of plastic or a ruler, sliding it against the wall just to get

I cant even lie, that was the best sleep I had gotten in such a long while. What is this girl doing to me? My mind flickered over to the questions she posed at me yesterday, questions that are becoming quite frequent. I won't blame her though. I myself can't tell why I'm suddenly so nice to her. I want to go back to being cold and mean, that is who I am meant to be towards everyone but Sarah is different. Without even trying, She brings out emotions in me which I thought were dead. I've never felt fear in a long while but ever since Sarah's arrival into my life, fear has become a resurfacing emotion.

Fear etched across her face, Sarah's voice quivered as she asked, "Who are you? What do you want with me?" Marco remained silent, his gaze fixated on her, his expression unreadable. With an eerie calmness, he motioned for her to follow him, silently leading her through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. Reluctantly, Sarah walked alongside him, her mind racing with fear, confusion.

Ryan turned back and went to where Sarah was. "Fuck you Sarah, that was just a cat and guess what? We just made it scared and disturbed it's sleep and it ran. Happy now?" "Oh a cat. I don't know it was a cat. Am sorry." "You should control your fears, you shouldn't get frightened at all things." "Am sorry." They proceeded,they kept on walking through shortcuts and something ran across their legs. "Fuck it . Oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Sarah shoited, visibly shaking

Devlin quirked his eyebrow mockingly. Sarah swallowed. Her breath stuck somewhere in her throat. Beads of sweats formed on her forehead. But she kept her eyes closed. Too afraid, too hurt to see this world again. ''You were always like this! You never kill people in front of us...” Oscar laughed devilishly, ''no doubt you are still the traumatizing little orphan...''