Novel & Cerita Sarah Morgan Books

even the most bad-troublemaker number one kid in class has not dared to argue in front of the teacher. “Really! What if you are not allowed to enter his next class forward and so on?" Barry said. “Don't worry, there is a chance he will forget what happened today." Said Morgan casually. All his friends just shook their heads. “Ck ck.." Sarah was lost for words. Meanwhile Debbie inside heart says, “I wonder why Emma likes such an extraordinary guy like Morgan.” If it's her, type guys like Morgan are just too uncontrollable for her. She thinks that saying only inside her heart, in fact that word unconsciously comes out from her mouth that made Sarah hear and see through what she thought.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

“Take my cock baby.” Sarah pushed her ass against me, taking my entire cock inside of her. “Oh Uncle Oliver. I feel you! Please, keep going. Harder.” Jesus, this girl was amazing. She moved her hips back and forth along my cock, her slippery, tight pussy pulling on my dick like she was milking me. “You like that? You like my big dick in your tight little pussy?” I asked, pushing hard against her. “This…This position feels amazing. You feel so deep!” Sarah said in between grunts.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

Rage exploded through me so suddenly and violently I was on my feet before I could stop myself, the chair clattering backward. "You WHAT?" "I was wrong," Syra said quickly, her hands coming up defensively. "I realize that now. After they killed Marcus and Silas at the fortress, after everything that happened there, I finally realized Morgana isn't actually interested in restructuring anything. She just wants to destroy. To kill indiscriminately. To burn down the entire world because she's still drowning in grief over her husband's death that happened literally centuries ago, and now her son Nathan. Ooh she’s going Ballistic. So I left. Stole these documents. And came here to help fix what I

Saraid sat in the grass, staring out at the expanse of green fields that surrounded her home. Coffee in one hand and pen to paper in the other. Siphoning the spell James put on Liam had proven to be ineffective so she was practicing with spell writing. She refused to give up until she had tried absolutely everything possible. “Deep in thought?” a familiar voice startled her. She jumped and turned to be greeted by those piercing gray eyes that mirrored her own, “Huh? Oh, I’m just working on spells. I won’t give up on getting your memory back until I have exhausted every option.”

[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.]

CIARA'S POV We walked to the receiving chamber, my heart beating faster with each step. I kept picturing Sarah's face—not as I'd last seen her, clueless and soft on that final night, but as she'd been in our academy days: bright-eyed and fierce. The doors swung open, and there she was. Sarah Morgan stood beside her mother, hair neatly pulled back into a perfect braid. She wore a simple dress, dark blue and modest, nothing like the bold colors she'd favored in my memories. Her posture was rigid, hands folded neatly in front of her.

Nights on the mountain were peaceful. Sarah would sit by the window, her face illuminated by candlelight as she read the few books they had at home. They were mostly second hand novels, dog eared and worn, but they were treasures to her. She would press her fingers to the faded words, tracing their outlines as if memorizing every curve, every letter. Her mother, Mary, would come in sometimes, her arms full of firewood, her face tired but warm. “Books are like windows,” Mary would say, patting Sarah’s hand. “Even if you can’t see everything yet, they’ll open up worlds for you someday.”