Sarah Nelson Heartstopper Novels & Stories

"Every single day, for as long as she'll let me." "Good," Sarah said, bumping her shoulder against mine, something almost warm creeping into her voice despite her best efforts to keep it guarded. "Because if you break her heart a second time, I will personally make sure the entire hockey world knows exactly what kind of man you really are, contract or no contract." "Understood," I said, unable to hold back a small laugh. "I mean it, Noah," Sarah said, her voice losing some of its teasing edge. "I watched what those years did to her. The Ava who left this city was already broken by the time she got on that plane.

And he will come and sit and chat. "Nick Bradly? Wow, you have changed. How are you?" Sarah asks. Nick stops in his tracks as he looks at Sarah. He knows her. She used to take his best friend, Chase. He did not even spot her because she had turned older. The clothing she wears is much too young for her, and it will be based on her to get clothing fitting her age. She reminds him a lot of Amanda, except that Amanda looks a little better than Sarah. "Sarah Harper, what brings you here? I hope you're not looking for Chase because Chase is involved with someone else," Nick says.

“Let her rest. I’ll make some remedy for her to slow down the damage inside of her but aside from that there is not much else I can do.” Sarah’s face is filled wit fear for the little girl she has been raising and I can feel that fear within me as well. I take her hand, “She’s going to be okay. She’s tough one, remember? She can survive anything.” “But she’s so small,” Sarah mumbles, tears in her voice. I hold her hand tighter, “I know.” I leave Kayla to Sarah, reluctantly, not wanting to part from the little girl as well. However, there is work to be done and when I approach Nelson, he studies me, “She was the fire breather, wasn’t she?”

No one could be trusted after all, no one! Sarah was the one all the boys and men wanted. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful and was from a wealthy home! In high school, she had been the head cheerleader, while Helen played softball but she had never made Helen feel she was in any way inferior to her. Never!

I swear I am going to kill that girl. "Sarah I—" "Alicia, I just want to know one thing." Her eyes peer into mine. "Is this Luke Evans the same Luke Evans you hated since tenth grade?" I swallow. "Yes." A thick wave of silence crawls past us. When I manage to peek a glance at Sarah, I find her head bent on her hands.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

She didn’t love Xander. Her heart was with Vincent. Xander must have seen it in her eyes because something in him hardened. But then, after a long silence, he exhaled and turned away. “Go, then. Before I change my mind.” Sarah didn’t hesitate. She bolted toward Vincent. Relief, regret, and a sharp pang of sadness tangled inside her chest as she reached him. Just as Vincent placed a protective hand on her back, a gunshot ripped through the air. The sound sent ice down Sarah’s spine.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

NATHANIEL STORM Seconds passed, and Sarah leaned more and more into our hug. And it fluttered my heart that she wasn’t backing away. And, I became a bit greedy. One of my hands swiftly and carefully travelled to the back of her head, which I caressed slowly while my chin nuzzled the top of her lovely-scenting hair. “I hate that this feels good,” she admitted, and my heart went crazy with excitement that I fought to contain. Then, I asked, “Do you want to stop?”

"I'm handling the catering for the wedding, and Sarah is one of my staff." "One of your staff?" Hannah questions in disbelief. Harvey shrugs. "Yes." "She's an architect. How the hell is she one of your staff?" "Yes, technically she's an architect," Tamara interrupts. "But as of today, Sarah is also my assistant." "Oh my God! You guys can't be serious." Hannah laughs dryly. "We are," Harvey and Tamara say at the same time. "You guys are just looking for an excuse to get her into the wedding, so that she can stop it."