Sarah Paulson Desperate Housewives Novels & Stories

Elaine displayed a surprised expression, but before she could ask who the person in the photo was, Sarah proudly started speaking, "Surprised, aren't you? The person in the photo looks exactly like you. Let me tell you, that person is Aaron's wife. Do you know why he married her?" Sarah had a triumphant look on her face. Elaine, hiding her hands under the table, had to tightly clench her palms to maintain her composure. The vivid memories of that bloody past were being revealed by Sarah in such a victorious manner. Elaine truly despised her.

Despite the facade of domesticity, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet in Zakariah's twisted game of control. After breakfast, her daily routine consisted of menial tasks—cleaning, tidying, and tending to the needs of their shared living space. It was a far cry from the life she had once known, where she had been a respected doctor, striving for excellence and advancement in her career with each passing day. Now, her world revolved around satisfying Zakariah's demands, both domestic and carnal. With each passing moment, she felt the weight of his possession bearing down on her, a constant reminder of her status as his personal plaything.

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

"You couldn't handle being a mother so you ran back to Daddy and convinced yourself it was about pursuing your dreams." "I was drowning in that house and you know it." "You were ungrateful. I gave you everything. A home, children, security. And you threw it away because you were bored." Before I could respond, the terrace door opened. Sarah appeared, drink in her hand, unsteady on her feet. She had clearly been drinking too much, trying to fit in with a crowd that would never accept her. "Oh look, it's the famous chef," she said, her words slightly slurred. “Has David told you the good news?” she laughed.

She told Delores when she got home. She did not want to go to the date anymore and when Delores asked her why, she told her the same reason. She did not want to go anymore. Delores walked to the black colored couch in the living room and sat down. Sarah went to the kitchen to prepare something for both of them to eat and when she came out of the kitchen hours later, she had in her hands, two plates of pasta in a tray. Sarah walked to the living room and gently placed the tray on the table at the centre of the living room. She took a plate of pasta from the tray and walked to a different couch and sat down. Delores still had her jotter and pen in her hand, jotting things down.

‌AMON: “Sar‌ah, you're exhausted. You can’t help Ayana if y‌ou​ col⁠lapse f​rom e​xh‍austio​n.” AYANA: “Mama, go home.‌ Daddy’s here. I’ll be okay‌.” ‌[SARAH⁠ looks be⁠tween he⁠r​ daug⁠hter a‍nd h⁠usband‍, k‌nowing they’‌re right but una​ble to leav‌e.] SARAH:‌ “Just for a fe‍w hours⁠. I nee​d t‍o shower, che‌ck⁠ on David, and I’ll come back.”⁠

I was named Lorelei Ellwood. I was 30 years old and a full-time housewife. My husband, Caspian Birch, was not only dashing but also incredibly gentle. He doted on me constantly and refused to let me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance. He indulged my every whim, no matter how unreasonable, and went above and beyond to satisfy my material needs. His devotion made everyone around me green with envy. However, I carried a secret I couldn't tell anyone. None of them knew that Caspian was impotent.

We are in her new house where she now lives with Rhett and their one-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Annalise. They are happily married, and Annalise is such a sweet, cute, little pumpkin. I'm seated on one of the sitting room couches, barefooted on the floor and sipping warm chamomile tea from a chipped purple mug. Sarah is sitting across from me with her feet tucked under her, and her curls are longer now and tied back with a purple scrunchie. Her eyes are soft as she watches me, and Savage, her Siberian cat, is curled up on her lap like always. The windows are open, letting in the morning sun.

"The look on her face was worth every single dollar. She looked at me as if I had handed her a death warrant. But honestly, Sarah... the whole Chloe situation was becoming completely exhausting for everyone involved. That position is the absolute maximum extension of my sibling charity. If she wants to eat, she can learn how to file a spreadsheet atleast." Sarah gradually quieted down, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye, her expression softening as she looked at me. "Well... it’s a brilliant move, honestly. It forces her to either grow up or walk away entirely on her own will. Either way, she’s out of this house." She nodded toward the stainless-steel pots resting on the st

It was Saturday. Neither Sarah nor Daisy went to work today. Sarah didn't have anything else to do today apart from eating, keeping Richard company and sleeping. On Daisy's part, today would be the worst day of her life if she didn't find a way to sneak out of the house and avoid the impending visit of a pot-bellied bulky pig that her parents had arranged to marry her.