Sarah Hyland Lesbian Novels & Stories

“Shit! You didn't tell me you're with people.” Fiona sauntered freely inside, she halted halfway because of the sights of what she saw in the living room. Two ladies were in the mini living room making out. Her eyes popped up, she knew Sarah to be a lesbian and that was the reason she preferred to stand outside than burst inside. “Jesus! Can you tell them to put some clothes on?” Fiona hollered hostilely as she turned around. “What's the matter?” One of the ladies directed the question to Sarah while moving away from the other lady, she put the vibrator on the couch and walked toward another couch where her underwear was.

she apologized immediately. “I'm Sarah, and I could read your thoughts because I'm a hybrid werewolf. I just thought I should explain it properly to you.” “I'm Ruby,” I introduced myself as well. I had heard of hybrids, but I never knew one. She looked normal, not like those rumours when we were younger that described hybrids to looks deadly, hairy and ugly. Oh goddess. She can read my mind. I needed to be careful of my thoughts around her. “There's no issue. I'm glad you explained it better to me.”

"The sky is grey, actually. And people are idiots. And speaking of idiots, this gist is going to blow your mind. You remember Sarah from law school? The homophobic ignoramus. Remember her now? The one who posted about her 'Millionaire Hubby' every five minutes." "Oh yes, I do. She is that girl with the diamond the size of a grape?" "That's her. Well, turns out, the hubby was enjoying the company of his personal trainer a little too much. Someone did a deep dive, and found out he’s been gay the whole time. She’s in a lavender marriage, Jun. A beard. Can you believe it? All that bragging and hating, just to end up basically being a roommate with a really good jewelry allowance."

I say. "Sarah and I went to high school together. We still see each other on events and all. She was in Spain for a photo shoot and reached out me and we hung out. That's it. And also Sarah claims to be bisexual to the media but she's not at all, she's gay and she has been since high school. Nothing happened between us. Believe me." He says. "You don't need to explain anything to me." I mumble. "Yes I do." He argues.

My body betrayed me, melting into him, his tongue claiming me as I kissed back, lost in the heat until a car engine roared in the driveway—Sarah. I shoved him off, my heart pounding, panic flooding. “Get out!” I hissed, my voice shaking. “Sarah’s here. She can’t see you. I’m not gay, Lucian. I’m done with this, with you. Get the fuck out and don’t come back!” His face hardened, his eyes dark with hurt. “You know what, Ethan? I’m done too. Sorry I ever showed you my heart. Won’t happen again.” His voice was cold, final, cutting deeper than Salazar’s knife.

Troy's gaze was so intense, reflecting a deep love. Although Sarah was confused, she still felt a strange and unusual flutter in her chest. Since her teenage years, she had admired Troy Peterson, but she had never imagined that the celebrity she idolized would now be so close to her. "Sarah, you still don't remember much. It's okay. Don't force it. But there's one thing you need to know... that... I, Troy Peterson, am your husband. Everyone knows that." Sarah's eyes widened in shock. "Is that true? You're not lying?"

I was hoping Teddy could catch up to the sons of bitches that caused this devastation and I linked my last platoon of wolves to follow along with the bikers. “Now, where were we?” I asked as I turned back to Mike and Tiffany. Sarah was standing in between the two, looking like the Norse goddess Freya. Her red hair was frizzled and glowing in the light as the blood splattered against her looked like war paint. She grinned at me and kicked Mike in the side, making the scumbag scream. Goddess I am in love… I grinned at my bride and stalked closer, intent on getting any information the two might have.

“Rain, it’s me, Viki. I am with a friend that is dying to meet you. Can we enter?” I sigh. This is exactly why I didn’t want to leave my room in the first place—people will start noticing me and will want to talk to me. Not wanting to be rude, I say, “Yes, you may enter.” The door opens, and Viki, with her electric blue hair, enters, a book in her left hand. A female with short, blonde hair follows Viki. Her scent reminds me of that of Jeremy—pineapple and brown sugar. A subtle hint of vanilla lets me know she is an Omega. “Hi,” she says. “I am Sarah.” Without warning, she comes to me and pulls me up in a tight hug but lets go of me a few seconds later. “Ever since I heard Caleb found you, I

I did not know; I was no expert. “Sarah, you did mention something that I was not clear on. You said you were a hybrid. What exactly did you mean?” I asked her. “I meant that I am partially a witch and partially a wolf,” she replies quietly. She is uncomfortable with the question; I can see that, but I really need to understand. She was correct, some people were very uncomfortable with witches and the fact that she was a hybrid who had a wolf would not matter.

I can feel his gaze boring into my face as my eyes drop to my lap, to my hands. “Why do I feel like there’s more to this? You’re acting weird.” “I’m not sure how to begin, honestly,” I say with a laugh. “What’s going on, Sydney? I called you several times, you know. Hadley’s been up my ass about seeing Sarah, and Cosette said she was sick, that you were both sick, but you’ve never been sick a day in your life–” “Sarah is Sasha, Ryan.” He exhales long and slow. “Fuck, man.”