Sarah Pezzini Novels & Stories

“Your cousin—well, I know you see him often and don’t think much of it, but he’s a top-tier catch. He’s the chairman of Sanders Corp, after all. Whenever I go to events, the other ladies are practically lining up to introduce their daughters. This time, I just put out the word and got dozens of photos sent my way. These are the cream of the crop.” Sarah smiled politely and nodded. Honestly, after what happened with Sydney last time, she’d thought Mrs. Sanders would be screaming at her the moment they crossed paths again. She’d clearly underestimated the woman’s ability to keep up appearances. Even just flipping through those photos made the minutes feel like hours. She silently prayed Melvin

Once the jeans were off, she slung them over the back of her couch, clad in a pair of soft pink panties that hugged her ass and showed off a little cheek, but didn't reveal anything else. "Come on, boys," Sarah said, coming back into the room. She was holding her athletic bra and was still wearing her crop top like I suggested. This left the lowest curves of her bare tits teasing from under her shirt. "You got Miranda's pants off, and my girls are just begging to come out and say hello. Don't tell me you're out."

The world outside was dark and still, but inside, the glow of her laptop cast a pool of light across the desk. Sarah sat cross legged in her chair, the fabric of her nightgown brushing against her knees as she carefully typed each word of the email. Her heart thudded louder with every keystroke. To: Margaret Windsor Subject: Paris Fashion Week Submission Dear Margaret, I’ve reviewed the proposal for Paris Fashion Week and would like to participate anonymously under my brand, Mountain Rose. Let me know how to proceed discreetly. I'll pass by the workshop during the weekend. Best regards, Sarah Blake

She seemed quite confident and so advanced as she came toward both me and Noah. She extended her hand. It was for a handshake with “Mr. Parker.” I shook her hand, taking it firmly. Also her grip greeted the hand of Noah. Sarah attracted the men within the room even in professional attire. The men noticed Sarah. I considered that men are drawn to women like her effortlessly. Sarah began discussing business when she sat across from Noah and me. She introduced her team as “This is Ester, Jennifer, Ryan, Alex, and John,” then opened her laptop. She put on her glasses as she went to do it.

I ignored them. At that moment, the manager came out. “Good afternoon, ladies. Is there any problem here?” Before I could speak, Sarah cut in. “Yes. I want that dress.” The manager smiled politely. “I’m sorry, ma’am. That dress is custom-made. There is only one piece in the world.” One of Sarah’s minions lifted her chin. “Do you know who you’re talking to? She’s the fiancée of Damien Castellan.” I laughed out loud.

Liam’s eyes flared with a sudden, dark triumph. He started to bridge the final inch, his hand moving from the table to cup Ethan’s jaw— “Mr. Vance? Ethan? Is that you?” The voice was high-pitched and sharp. Ethan practically leaped out of his skin, snatching his hand back and knocking his spoon onto the floor. He looked up to see Sarah, a beautiful, high-achieving TA from their Structural Systems class, standing by the table. She was wearing a slim-fitting red dress, her eyes darting between Ethan’s flushed face and Liam’s predatory scowl.

All she had said sounded nothing like the woman he had come to know, instead it sounded an awful lot like Veronica. Sarah was not a golddigger, neither was she ambitious the way Estelle was claiming. The only ambition he had seen in Sarah was to go harder and do better in her work every single day. She was independent, and strong on her own. She did not need anyone, or any man's validation. She didn’t even seem to need Benicio’s money. He had made his enquiries, and found that she had worked her way up the ladder through her hard work and dedication at Soar Aviation. Her input had actually helped the company thrive.

Isaac said before he walked towards the direction of where the noise that was surely Everest was coming from. “Daddy! Uncle Leslie!” The twins shouted as they ran towards us. I hugged Rebecca while Ruth hugged her father before she kissed his cheek. Always the affectionate elder sister. “Baby.” Sarah said as she placed her hand on her hip while the other on her lips. Sarah was a beautiful alpha, six feet with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a genetic engineer at a huge company as one of their employees and shareholder. Her personality was carefree and lax with a wild personality that balanced Isaac’s gentle nature.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

From my peripheral vision, I saw her almost take an aborted step toward the exit as if trying to say something, probably to suggest that she could come along, but she stops and sits down. Something in me feels triumphant. Amaia purrs at this while I take all this with a grain of salt. Sarah’s growing admiration is edging more towards an infatuation. While her moves are obvious, I cannot understand what’s on Azriel’s mind. Sarah if anything is efficient at what she does, so I can’t even complain about her work ethic which is annoying. “You are quiet, no questions to ask?” Azriel asks as we drive down the dirt road. I turn my gaze away from the window.