Sarah J Maas Novels & Stories

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

asked Sarah hoping to ease the tension in the room "Y-yes Miss... Normally as soon as you get up you have your bath, change your clothes, and join the master and Madam for a meal." "All right, Then I'll be in your care then!" said Sarah as she smiled gently at the maid Sarah's Pov – The maid was somewhat shocked well I can't blame her cause Rubia treated maids poorly There isn't much mentioned about Rubia in the novel but the novel does mention about her ill-treating the maids and the female lead...

“Oh….I guess, if you want, but you can’t put it inside of me.” I rubbed my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them open. I’d been with hundreds of women, all shapes and sizes, and Sarah really did have the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. It stuck up in the air, a perfect heart shape, calling to me. “Put your head down and stick your ass out. I need a better angle.”

I remember whispers about her falling ill but didn’t understand how horrifically sick she’d really been until now. Sarah is a Mystic. She’s different. It takes so much more energy to heal her. Healing her sucked my powers dry, and I feel… shockingly empty right now. It was like running a marathon and then getting hit by a bus, but she’s alive, and so are her twins.

Her number was 0156. "Thank you," I whispered, taking the water. "First time seeing death?" she asked gently. I nodded. "That many deaths, yes. All at once." "Me too." She sat on the bunk next to mine. "I'm Sarah. I was a teacher before... before this." "Maya. I was..." What was I before? A wife? An ex-wife? A woman with a broken heart? "I was nothing important." "Everyone is important," Sarah said. "Even here."

“You know, Claire, of all the NGOs I’ve been at, you’re the only founder who actually showed up for work on a regular basis. They’re mostly about the charity balls. And lunches.” “Are there any more of those Italian cheese…” Sarah walked in. Maya’s tiny office was getting crowded. Madison held her bag of potato chips to her chest and slunk out. Maya growled protectively. “Okay, okay. Jeez.” Sarah poked through the basket. She found something, and then looked at me in surprise. “You still here? I thought you were going to visit the ancestral mansion… Hey, does that mean—” “She doesn’t know,” Maya said.

BMOM ➭ 107 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – “I never planned to get revenge on Jasper, okay? I’ve been a fool from the start. Even though he hurt me deeply, I still love him so much. And it’s still him—always has been.” I was starting to worry about Sven’s behavior. He kept zoning out, like a robot malfunctioning mid-task.

“Hello ma'am. Welcome to the Xandros household. My name is Sarah Reginald. I am the chief maid of this and head cook. The Alpha had instructed that I prepare your best meal in order to make you feel at home and welcomed. May I know what your favorite dishes are?“ She asked and a small smile crept unto my face “Oh that's really nice of the Alpha. My name is Doctor Denise Richards. Nice to meet you Sarah" I said and she bows slightly. “The pleasure is all mine, ma'am" she responded. I studied her for a bit. She looked like someone that could easily be swayed, since I was in need of accomplices in order for my plans to sail smoothly, I decided to be very nice to her. It was my way of breaking h

“You’re seriously talking nonsense now. I swear, all those romance novels and dramas are turning your brain to mush.” Mia didn’t flinch. “And you’re seriously turning into a brick wall with trust issues.” “This is reality, Mia,” Sarah snapped, sitting up again. Her eyes were sharp now, tired but defiant. “Not some fluffy fairy tale. This isn’t one of those novels you read or those movies you watch. People like Andrew Luthor don’t fall for girls like me. Not genuinely.” Mia smiled knowingly, arms crossed as she leaned against the wardrobe. “Keep on denying it, bestie.”

"Really? Have you also investigated why you've been utterly unable to uncover any trace of Sarah's real identity due to her immense technological prowess?" "What do you mean by that?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow. "President Cornell!" The guard barked out a warning, his voice raised in alarm. "I'll offer you a single clue, and that's all... Sarah Mitchell is a top-tier graduate of the prestigious Crestwood University. She's a highly skilled and exceptionally talented computer software engineer—devastatingly good at covering her tracks. That is precisely why you've found unearthing any evidence of her existence impossible. She has mastered the art of ensuring no trace is left behind." Madam