Sarah Pezzini Novels & Stories

The young Afghan woman shakes her head and smiles. - No problem, ma'am. – she says, placing the food on Saphira's table almost at the same time Saphira's food arrived, accompanied by hot tea. - It seems we have the same taste in food. – the woman says, laughing. She holds out her hand and says – my name is Sarah, and I am an aerospace engineer at NASA. - Wow! That's a big job. You must be very intelligent. Sarah laughs. I'm not exactly a genius. If I were one, I wouldn't have gone without a vacation for five years, and I was already married. I'm 35 years old, almost too old to have children—not that I want to have children—Sarah chuckles.

They’re talking with someone in a fast, excited tone. We step into a cozy living room filled with hanging plants, funky pillows, and shelves packed with books, rare gemstones, feathers, and jars of glittery powders. The whole place smells like warm vanilla and cinnamon, as if someone had just pulled out a caramel pie from the oven and left it cooling somewhere close by. And then, I see her. Sarah. She’s leaning on a wooden table, barefoot, wearing a long tie-dye shirt over bike shorts. Her short black hair is spiked up messily, and she’s got a septum piercing, cat eyeliner, and purple nails.

She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked, "Is there anything interesting on TV lately?" Knowing that she had been discovered, Renee didn't bother to hide it anymore. She looked at Elaine and said, "I just received news that Sarah is going to hold a press conference." On the screen, Sarah, without any makeup, had tears streaming down her pale face. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was casually draped behind her head. She leaned on Melissa Garcia's shoulder, barely able to stand steady. This was a stark contrast to her usual sweet and playful demeanor—a tired and devastated appearance.

Cassian’s gaze flicked to me, something dark and knowing flashing behind his eyes. “Sarah’s one of my best clients,” he said casually. “We’ve been working together for two years. Today’s theme is surrender in silk. Very tasteful. Very expensive.” Sarah laughed and shrugged off her coat, letting it pool on the floor. Underneath she wore nothing but a black silk robe so thin it was practically transparent. Her body was flawless, toned and tanned and shameless. She stepped out of her heels, rolled her shoulders, and the robe slipped lower, revealing the curve of one breast.

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“Her next opponent is six feet tall and right around two hundred pounds.” Zayden frowned. “Easy compared to this monster.” “Exactly.” I leaned back in my chair. “They want her comfortable. They want her thinking the hardest part is already behind her.” A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “The problem is…” Zayden already knew where I was going. “They don’t know Traci.” The sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention away from the screen. Sarah and Traci walked into the booth together. Sarah stopped in front of us before giving the most overly dramatic bow I’d ever seen. “My kings,” she announced with exaggerated elegance. “Your instructions have been fulfilled. Does either of your m

Stefan made Sarah sit on the bed holding her shoulder and he sat beside her and Sarah again nod her head. "Hi, I am Stefan Walter, president of Phoenix industries, I don't have any hobbies, just my work is my passion, although I am still in love with my ex, I will give my hundred percent to our relation." "I am Sarah Smith, pursuing a job as a freelance designer, I love two people most in my life, my mother and grandmother. I have moved on from my ex and rest, you know about me well." "Great, now it's late, go to sleep. You sleep in bed; I will sleep on the couch." Stefan said.

She had just sat there, eating her food and observing the expressions of everyone around the table. Sarah had found Alexander a little bit arrogant and Beatrice kind with a hard willed heart. She had refused to budge in an argument with Suzanne who had acquisised to her. Suzanne was kind and friendly and she had just given in out of peace. She had found Mark to be a good but boring old man and Victoria a sweet old lady. Isaac had been charming and witty and Annalise had been friendly but Sarah had sensed that underneath all the friendliness was just an unkind person. She also sensed that Annalise's kindness was just a facade that could have deceived anybody into thinking it was true.

🍁🍁🍁 The next day, they woke up as early as possible in the morning and prepared to visit the new brand manager that will be launching her brand soon, Zoe Diego of Zoe and co. Sarah was wearing a tight and short red dress and it had a turtle neck. A piece of jewelry hung on her neck and her hair was straightened and let loose behind her. She also had on a pair of dark heels. When they had finished preparing, the left the house, off to see Zoe Diego. When they got to the company building of Zoe and co, the place breathed elegance and style. It was tall, beautiful and it looked classy. The inside of the building was so marvelous that it got Sarah wondering just how much this Diego family had

, but her morning was already hell. "Anyway, the dress was too..." he tried to comment but was interrupted by a phone call. "Yes, this is Ezra Klein," he replied. "You want to feature what?" he asked, looking up at Penelope. The door opened again, and Sarah walked in. Ezra looked up at her while the caller described the dress she was wearing. The dress perfectly fit Sarah as if it was designed for her but it did not leave the production line because it looked hideous on all the models.