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"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).

Lady Maureen seemed bitter, and she continued glaring at Sarah with jealousy. Sarah cleared her throat before she gave me the dress she wanted me to wear. She was smiling innocently at me and I hoped I could wipe her smirk at me. “Ashianna, I know we aren't fine since we are enemies in this pack. But since you helped me the moment you found out I'm about to pass out because of starvation, I will share some secrets with you.” Sarah sounded sweet, and I was stunned when she touched her belly, making me baffled.

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.

AM‍ON: “Want a m​assage?” ⁠SA‍RAH:⁠ “Pleas​e.” [AMON helps her turn sidewa​ys, begins‌ massaging her lower back wi‌th practiced hands. SARAH moans in relief.] S​ARAH: “You’re a sai‌nt. Why did I marry you again?” AMON: “Because I give exc​elle⁠nt m​a‍ssage‍s and make medioc⁠re co​f‌fe‌e?”

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.

Chapter 21: Shadows of Betrayal Damon’s gaze burned into Sarah as she stepped into the sleek office, her heels clicking with that familiar confident rhythm that had somehow managed to both calm and ignite a storm inside him. The city’s skyline was a jagged heartbeat outside the glass walls, but inside, the tension between them was electric—thick enough to choke on, yet tantalizingly sweet. Sarah’s eyes didn’t waver; she met his stare head-on, unflinching, as if daring him to unravel whatever tangled emotions lay beneath the surface.

" While pondering which of the many books I've read is the best, I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and find Jacob staring. He doesn't look away even though I've caught him watching me. Hannah is talking to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening; his full attention is on me. Why is he so focused on me? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since Hannah hasn't left his side during the flight. There is so much I want to say to him. "Sarah?" Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" "I asked you a question." "Oh yes, you did." I give him a brief smile. "If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say-" "The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole," Jacob says before I can. I turn to