Sarah Julia Fagan Novels & Stories

Julian demanded, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of shock, awe, and a deep, instinctual paranoia that he couldn't shake. Sarah clicked a few keys, pulling up the employee roster for the third-party cleaning service. "Her name is Maya Lin. I am twenty-five years old. No college degree on file, Julian. She’s been working the night shift here for six months. Before that, her employment history is just retail cash-handling and low-level data entry for a local medical clinic."

She hadn't seen him in years, but the way he looked at her now made her feel like she was back in that kindergarten playground, being cornered by the boy who always knew her secrets. "Sarah Vance," Julian said, his voice smooth as silk and just as deceptive. "I heard the news. Congratulations are in order, I suppose? Freedom is a rare commodity in this city." Justin cleared his throat, sensing the predatory edge in Julian’s tone. "Julian, Sarah is Aria’s best friend. Let’s keep it civil." Julian didn't even acknowledge Justin. He leaned forward, the light catching the sharp edges of his glasses. "I’m being perfectly civil. In fact, I’m being admiring. Sarah, you look... fresh. Like you’ve fi

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

"Sarah?" "Yeah. She told me yesterday." Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, noticing the slight tremor in his fingers. He hoped Dom didn’t see it, but his friend was too observant for his luck. "She’s married to Kane. Properly married. And she has a son for him. A four-year-old."

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But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Noah said abruptly. Julian looked up. "She looks like her mother," he said. "But she has the West stubbornness." "Her mother?" Aria asked gently. "My ex-wife," Julian said. "Sarah. We divorced two years ago. It was... amicable. Until it wasn't." He took a sip of wine. He looked at Lila, who was now engaging Emma in a game of peek-a-boo with a napkin. The sound of their giggles—one high and babyish, one clear and bright—drifted from the end of the table.

Chapter 49: Inevitable Inspection ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 22 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ (D - 4) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ I slipped under the covers, my eyes drawn once more to Killian's tranquil face as he slept, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.