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But none of that is coming back. Sarah feels sticky and gross but she can’t focus when Heath curls his tongue exactly the way that has her crumble. So they kiss and they kiss and they touch until they’ve touch every little inch at least one last time and they fall asleep, all sore and sweaty but with their hearts in sync and their breathing casting into a beautiful melody. . . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. . More gems=more chapters. . TBC

"You wouldn't mind treating me to a snack, would you? I’ve been traveling all morning." Sarah laughed at his boldness. "Of course not." She signaled the waiter to bring the menu and handed it to him. Sarah has just entered the clandestine world of international hacking under a boss named "King." Is it a mere coincidence, or is Julian Thorne closer to Sarah’s "independent" life than she realizes? Meanwhile, Chloe has to face the "Demon CEO" to ask for a business favor—will Xavier demand a "price" for the free advertising, or will he finally support his wife’s entrepreneurial spirit?

Is the second time in a month when she sees someone drawing himself, and her heart was just broken. “Sarah!” Gal shouted. “Stay with me! Please!” but was too late. In the middle of the Ice Lake, closer to o hole that could make the ice break at every second, with her blood spreading around her, her shoes out of her feet, her purse fallen somewhere closely, Sarah just fainted. She was too weak to survive the stress, the wound she had and the cold around. And just as the book’s title states, book that was in her purse, she saw “all the light that we cannot see “(Anthony Doerr’s book).

I felt bad for her but since she always attempted to embarrass me, I removed that feeling in my chest. “Sarah, we both know you don't own him. You don't have his mark yet you're acting like a psychotic woman who's desperate to get a faithful man. You're bragging you have a daughter with him, then, congratulations. But why are you acting as if you aren't contented by what you get? Ashianna is your Alpha, and she's your leader.” Lady Maureen said, with a firm in her tone. Sarah laughed so loudly that she lost her mind because of what she had heard. “Now you're acting like a saint. It doesn't suit you, Lady Maureen.” Sarah remarked, shaking her head in disbelief before she continued, “We both k

I needed to remember that there was a world outside of Richard and the Lawson mansion. "Alright," I smiled. "I’ll be there." "Deal!" *** The restaurant was loud, crowded, and smelled of garlic and expensive wine. We had pushed three tables together in the back, and the wine was flowing faster than the conversation. "I’m serious!" Sarah was saying, her face flushed from the third glass of alcohol. "If the female lead doesn't confess her love to the CEO by Chapter 110, I'm throwing my Kindle into the ocean!" "It’s a slow burn, Sarah! Have some patience!" Marcus retorted, grabbing a piece of bread.

Her eyes are still wide and unfocused on her surroundings, she’s completely enthralled in her supernatural fiction. “Sorry honey. I guess the author might be aiming for a tragic ending.” “That’s the thing, Tyson. I’m only halfway through the book. It’s the first of a series of 6, so you might be right about it being tragic.” Maddie reconsiders my suggestion and then continues to tell me about the story as I pour myself a cup of coffee from the warm carafe. I’m pretty sure Maddie made this pot herself because it is quite awful, but I need the caffeine hit so I gulp it down.

AYANA: (‌giggling—the sound precious and rare) “Tell m‍e more, Jjajja!” ‍[⁠They talk for fi⁠fteen minutes un‌til AYA​NA gets t​ired‍. Th⁠e call ends with promise‌s to talk agai‍n late‌r. SARAH lies back against he​r pillows, emotio​nal⁠l⁠y drained.] MIRIAM: “Yo‍u su⁠rvived labor whil⁠e your daughter fi‌ghts cancer. You’re⁠ of⁠ficially th​e strongest person I know.”

Annie Matthews sighed, torn between two wildly conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was thrilled to death that Sarah was finally going to be getting out of the house once in a while. The girl had been dealt a pretty crappy hand these past few years, and God knows, if anyone deserved a distraction, it was her. But was the owner of Dangerous Curves, that dive bar overrun with criminals and prostitutes and drug dealers, really the kind of distraction that Sarah needed? On the whole, Annie thought not.

she stuttered. “Bullshit. Get out of here and get warmed up.” She stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and marched by Jax and into the bedroom. Who is he to tell me what to do? She went straight to the bed and sat on the corner. “What happened in there? The temperature just dropped twenty degrees in the whole damn place.” Jax watched as Saraid battled with her emotions. She was scared. Scared of what she had done and scared of what it meant. She had never heard of a witch that could call the cold outside of a cartoon that Treasa watched on repeat for a month straight.

m. A soft knock came before the door creaked open. A woman stepped in wearing a neat black uniform, her hair tied in a bun. She smiled as if we weren’t both trapped in Malaki’s world. “Ma’am,” she said gently. I blinked at her. “Who are you?” “My name is Sarah, ma’am. Your personal maid.” My personal what? Malaki never had maids before. Not here. Not in this place. “Since when did you start working here?” I asked, sitting up slowly.