Sarah Knight Books Novels & Stories

"Hey, Nick. I didn't expect you back so soon." Nicholas walked over to her, feeling pride and ownership. "I cancelled my meeting. I wanted to come home to you." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight. "What!." Nicholas sat down beside her, scanning the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" Sarah leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm writing a book. My third novel, actually." Nicholas's eyes widened in surprise. "A book? You're a writer?"

she laughed heartily, "That princess Sarah takes all her power from her mother, if not for your aunt, she won't treat you the way she does'' Natacha admitted Lilia sat and thought quietly, Natacha is right but that Sarah is the least of her problems, right now, she must master all her spells and become good when using her powers. She dropped the book next to her and glued her sight on Natacha, "So, what's next?" She inquired and rubbed her palms. Natacha brought out a book, this time, this one is a bit bigger than the one she gave to her last night, its brown leather and old look made it look daring to read.

Something that I had been yearning to hear from someone. I know I was falling for her. I was falling hard, and that there was no turning back now. "The king of the dark witches, Neptune. What brings you here?" The witch friends I had been talking about asked me, bringing me out of my ecstatic land. Nodding my head at her, I placed my phone before sitting on the stool near her. Sarah was a 1300 years old witch and was one of the witches that were naturally good at their stuff. I don’t usually respect all the witches. This witch had my respect because she was a friend of my mother apart from her strong magic.

"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?

Wyatt said, looking at the doors. “What? What’s oh shit?” “Nina has the ability to electrocute people. She did that to Sarah once, in training, and it didn’t go good. Sarah can absorb powers and push them back at whoever, but it comes at a cost.” “What cost?”

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

Except for what she saw next. Her sister Kiara ran drenched in blood as everyone around her was massacred. The look of terror on her sister’s face was enough to make her lose her sanity. Kara summoned all of her willpower to cling to her sanity. She closed her eyes, renouncing the world around her. She fled the state of deepness.

[S⁠CE⁠NE: SARAH and AM‌O‌N‍’⁠s h‌ouse, Kololo.⁠ Six m‍onth⁠s af‌ter the Christmas revelation. Late Jun​e, early evening. SARA‍H is visibly p​regnant—eig‍ht months al⁠o‌ng wi⁠th their third ch‌ild. The house buz‌zes with‌ the evening routin⁠e. AYANA (8) does homework at t⁠he‌ dining table. DAVID (5, almost​ 6) plays q‍uietly with‍ his toy me⁠dical kit,⁠ bandaging his stuf⁠fed anim​a​ls with serious concen‌tration.⁠ AMON cooks⁠ dinner in the kitc⁠hen. SARAH sit​s on th⁠e​ co‌uch, feet elevat‍ed, one‌ hand on her belly, the other hol‌di​ng⁠ her p‍hone as she ta​lks to a cont​ractor ab‌ou‍t a housing project. Ever‍yt​hing appears normal, dome‍stic, peaceful.]

she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. Jun knew she was lying. He could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hwa, you can talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked, hoping that she would open up to him. Hwa looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. "I did something bad, Jun. I cheated on Yeon," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. -------------------------TBC---------------------

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.