Sarah Matthews Hot Novels & Stories

It was time everyone remembered that. We stepped into the elevator, the murmurs of the staff fading behind us. As the doors slid shut, Matilda continued, “Miss Sarah Lolthammer, the actress from Hawaii, has been contacted to be the brand ambassador. Mirela arranged it. She’s scheduled to arrive tomorrow to sign the contract.” I stiffened. Sarah Lolthammer? Her name hit like a slap. Memories of tabloids flooded back—pictures of her draped on Cole’s arm, her smug smile, and the way he had looked at her. He had never looked at me like that.

Elena yelled in Matthew's face, trying to pull him to the dance floor. “Wait! Sarah is coming, and she’ll be here anytime from now on! Have fun! I’ll look for you when she gets here!” “Sarah is coming?” Elena yelled out again, her bubbly self dying as she stared at him. “Yeah,” Matthew replied as he looked into her eyes. Even with the sweat glistening on her forehead, she still looked beautiful. She was in a tank top and skin-tight blue jeans. She tied a red checker's top to her waist, covering part of her revealed skin.

Nonetheless, they have only ever spurned his passion to further heated tempo as he dipped his head down and sucked one nipple inside his mouth. He tasted the salty flavor of sweat in them but the aroma of Sarah’s heavenly smell drowned out every other else in comparison. With her raven hair all chaotic and messed up, Sarah looked like a woman who enjoyed all the loving she was getting. She was a mature ripe woman and knew exactly what she wanted from her pair. “I’m also there. Almost! Faster, Warren.” “YES!” “I’m...” “AHHHHHHH!” Sarah screamed as she felt her nether regions tighten up so good on the long invader inside her depths.

“That’s great. If nothing else, I’ll be going now. Send my regards to her when she wakes up.” “Sure.” “Okay then, I’ll be off.” Sara said before turning around and walked towards the door. Matthew only watched as the elegant woman strode away. By normal circumstances, he would be fangirling over her, Sara Whitegate also known as the White Crane, one of the five Coloured Hunters. He wanted to meet all the Coloured Hunters someday. At that moment, he remembered something crucial. “Wait, Sara!” The door was already opened by the maids and Sara was just about to step through. She turned around and looked at Matthew with a questioning gaze.

If it were because of the rumors, it wouldn't be enough to make them kill me like this. Swara was silent for a moment, then replied, "Maybe they hate you because you're Sir Charles' mistress! Someone has said that they saw Sir Charles kiss you with their own eyes, so everyone believes that you are Sir Charles' mistress. Maybe you do not know. Except for me, all the girls here love Sir Charles. Their greatest wish is to be his mistress. But up until now, Sir Charles had not noticed a single girl. So that's the regret of the girls."

“Girl! So? Did you get the job or not?” “I did,” I said with a sleepy smile. There was a long pause. Then a scream so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “AHHHHHH! I knew it! I told you! Didn’t I tell you? I should become a fortune teller. They’d call me Madam Mara the All-Knowing.” I laughed. “Please don’t. You’d scare people away with your dramatic entrances.” “Oh, come on. You’re literally in a mansion right now. You’re like a gothic Cinderella.”

And of course, he’s not alone. He’s walking toward us with a man who’s equally infuriatingly hot. “Holy shit,” Britney mutters. “Face-to-face Matthew is hotter than I imagined.” Then she eyes his companion. “So is the man candy beside him.” Matthew’s eyes land on me. They flick down—to the slit in my dress—then back up, slow and burning. I forget how to breathe. “Harper,” he says. I go still. Britney senses it. “Hi, we haven’t been introduced. I’m Britney Collins. Best friend. Emotional support system. Amateur psychic. And you must be Matthew. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Isabella's pov At the hospital's emergency department, I finally saw my colleagues. Wilson Sheldon was a middle-aged man around fifty, with a square face. He was not much of a talker, but he was very kind. The older female doctor, Sarah Carter, who was not yet in her mid-thirties, had drooping eyebrows and always wore a long face. According to Lydia Flowers, Sarah was going through menopause. Her evaluation of Sarah was "Haters gonna hate."

I strip off my clothes, but before I can shift, a wave of hot desire rushes through me, and I smell the strong scent of sweet pears. I look at my mate. “See something you like?” She takes a moment to look me over from head to toe. “I don’t see anything I don’t like,” she says, her voice deeper than normal and her aquamarine eyes darkening to a sapphire blue. She reaches out and strokes her hand over my hip, to my adonis belt, following the line of it. “Little mate, I told you that you could touch me anywhere, anytime, but this will get very embarrassing, very quickly,” I say, gesturing to my hard length that is now standing at attention.

Ivory's eyes blazed with anger. "I can't ignore the fact that she's my mate, but I've already rejected her, so believe me, there's nothing between us," I tried to explain, though I could tell Ivory didn't fully buy it from the way she was glaring at me. I attempted to touch her shoulder to soothe her, but she brushed my hand away and headed to the microphone in the broadcast room. I watched as she connected it to the socket before turning back to me. “Her name is Niylah Harry. You're going to use this microphone to announce to the whole school that she's not your mate," she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering. I questioned the necessity of all this.