Sarah Pezzini Novels & Stories

The two women fell into step. ‘Have you any idea what to expect?’ Sarah said. She was slightly built and had curly dark hair caught up high on her head with a towelling band. She looked enviably cool in a white halter top and tailored shorts. Her slender legs were shown to advantage by strappy high heels. ‘None at all,’ Ruth said, wishing that she'd worn prettier sandals instead of settling for comfort over style. ‘But I’ve a feeling all is about to be revealed.’

"Really? Have you also investigated why you've been utterly unable to uncover any trace of Sarah's real identity due to her immense technological prowess?" "What do you mean by that?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow. "President Cornell!" The guard barked out a warning, his voice raised in alarm. "I'll offer you a single clue, and that's all... Sarah Mitchell is a top-tier graduate of the prestigious Crestwood University. She's a highly skilled and exceptionally talented computer software engineer—devastatingly good at covering her tracks. That is precisely why you've found unearthing any evidence of her existence impossible. She has mastered the art of ensuring no trace is left behind." Madam

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

I could see her shoes beneath the table, and they looked impossible to walk on, the heels were so tall and narrow. Turning the other way, Mage Jaye continued. “This is Sarah Swan.” The youngest of the members, I thought, she had blonde hair not much darker than mine, red lipstick, and dazzling green eyes. She looked like she might be in her early thirties. She wore a navy blue shirt with a fluffy collar and necktie around it, and a golden skirt I could see beneath the table.

She paused, gesturing with a slight tilt of her chin toward the weathered man sitting in the armchair. "So, I didn't rely on my blur memory," Sarah continued, a fierce, predatory spark igniting in her eyes. "I reached out to Mr. Sam here. He is a highly specialized private investigator who handles... delicate structural anomalies for high-net-worth families. I sent him the zoomed-in photographs I took from across the street. And within forty-eight hours, he was able to completely solve the puzzle."

She get ready and go out in living room ,see her mother and sister . She is Sarah ,she is headstrong girl who love to help other in the hour of need.She never think twice before helping other .Sarah like to wear western clothes ,she is straightforward and never bend down in front of injustice .She always ready to help other ,this is the reason she always want to become a doctor .She is studying medicine on scholarship and in few year she will be doctor .Her family includes her mother and younger sister Haya .Her father leave her mother when Haya was born ,he married again for son .Her mother is a school teacher and they have face many financial difficulties in their daily life but they are

He bent over slightly and whispered into her ears “my name is Aldo Aicardi. I didn’t think you would forget so soon, Sarah.” “You know my name?” “Of course. Ndolo Sarah Etoundi, 28 year old female, Cameroonian national, former figure skater, studied at Harvard business school. You’re here for your best friend’s wedding.” She almost fell to the ground hearing a stranger calmly tell her own biography.

I ask with a wide smile, trying to desperately hide how flustered I am. "Not at all, I think I've eclipsed nervous and have mentally prepared myself for everything that can go wrong so that if it does happen I will be prepared". Sarah informs me with a nod of her head. I've always related to Sarah in this way; she's an organiser, a plEloiser, that's why she's such a good match for Mitch. She sorts him out, he calms her down, the perfect combination.

He was just about to climb into bed when he heard an exquisitely dainty voice from the bed. “You’re finally here, Zekie.” Zachary’s eyes instantly sharpened like knives. The table lamp was switched on, illuminating the room with its warm glow. The woman on the bed was Sarah Collins, the famous top model from Rothesay. Sarah was wearing a nurse’s cap on her head and had a thin, nearly-translucent gauze draped over her body. Based on her experience, men were suckers for this type of half-hidden, teasing get-up.

#ZaneGirlz JK143: Be the change you want to see in the world-if a profile looks like mine but without any JK content- it’s no me! JaneSillwell: Diabetic, awkward & proud Girlz fan!!! S: Two lovely little girls who are going to be lovely like their parents. Wait, I thought. I clicked on S’s profile and saw their recent texts. S: Sarah takes no shit, people. M I Rite?? S: Seriously, Sarah Astor might be a wolf. Have you seen her? Would explain the Luna Temple thing too. S: Sarah’s the best! Look at her dealing with nasty wolves!