Sarah J Maas Booktok Novels & Stories

Sara is small, tiny. But she’s their Sara. What if she hurt them? Nearing the living room entrance, I take a deep breath before peeking and looking into the living room. What I see has my entire heart breaking. END OF BOOK ONE

Hello my dear readers, Thank you ever so much for giving me a chance and following Rosalie and Asrar's journey. Please let me know what you think, whether you leave a review or even private message me. I would love to hear from you. Well the journey doesn't end here. Yes there is a third book to come. Keep your eye out for Dragon's Home. Because the second and third aren't signed you may only be able to access them through my page. Please let me know if you have any difficulties finding them. Thank you ever so much again Aman Kearney

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

Placing a hand on my head, I feel a headache coming along. “Damn it, it’s like reading the same thing over and over again.” Sarah, who doesn’t even look half as fazed as me, continues to flip through her fifth book with ease. “We can't give up yet; I am sure we will find something in one of these.” I wish I had as much hope and enthusiasm as she did. I pick up the next book and flip through the pages lazily. For a brief second, something catches my eye. I flip back a few pages to see exactly what it is. It is a picture of a bleeding wolf standing before a divine being.

Hello Wonderful Readers! We are thirty chapters in to Sarah, Finnick and Zayne's story and the ride is just beginning. I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for going on this joourney with me! For those of you who read book 1, An Unwanted Fate, thank you so much for continuing the series! I will make every effort to update at least one chapter daily. Unlike book 1, this book is still a work in progress but when time allows, I may be able to upload a second chapter from time to time.

I clenched my jaw, my boots echoing down the stone corridor as I tried to keep the anger from spilling out of place. As I walked, my ears picked up on the whispers of the maids that was on going. “Ma Sarah slapped so hard.” “Are you sure she's her blood sister?” “I mean, I doubt if they are related. The way Ma Sarah treats her, no real sister does that to her sister.” “They came from the blue Moon pack and over there, I heard Maya killed someone.” Their gasps weren't as quiet as they thought, I had heard the topic of their gossip but I leaned in for more, my curiosity grew. It yearned to be satisfied.

Mia’s POV. The month was over. Sarah had called last night, her voice had been bright and excited through the speaker. “I’m coming home tomorrow! Flight lands around noon. Can’t wait to see you and Jax. The house better not be a disaster!” She’d laughed, completely unaware that the house was drenched in the scent of sex, that every room held the memory of her brother claiming me over and over again.

She started to pull the silver from her skin, ready to pour her life into the glass. “Wait!” Sarah Miller rushed forward. She didn’t try to stop June; she pushed her aside and grabbed the jar herself. “Mom, no!” June cried out. “You have a life to live with Dante, June,” Sarah said, her face shining with a strange, pale light. “I’ve lived my story. I was the librarian who kept the secrets. Now I’ll be the secret that keeps the world safe.” Sarah didn’t wait. She smashed the jar against the hard wood of the shelf.

There was work that needed to be done. - Sarah's eyes opened. Lifting her head, she saw that she had fallen asleep in the library, the early light of day streaming through the skylight up above. Wiping a string of drool from her chin, she picked up the spellbook she had been studying, casually wiping away the stains she had left in it. Scratching at the newly healed skin of her belly, she walked over to the safe on the wall, curious to see if the deed had been done. The combination was only known to a select few in the Society, the treasure within beyond the mere concept of money.

Despite the facade of domesticity, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet in Zakariah's twisted game of control. After breakfast, her daily routine consisted of menial tasks—cleaning, tidying, and tending to the needs of their shared living space. It was a far cry from the life she had once known, where she had been a respected doctor, striving for excellence and advancement in her career with each passing day. Now, her world revolved around satisfying Zakariah's demands, both domestic and carnal. With each passing moment, she felt the weight of his possession bearing down on her, a constant reminder of her status as his personal plaything.