Sarah Pinborough Books Novels & Stories

A soft breeze moved through the trees, and the leaves whispered things neither of us could quite understand. Finally, Silas knelt and pulled the small leather-bound satchel from his cloak. “The rite instructions. Briar marked the translations and ingredients. There’s enough time to practice once.” I sat beside him, cross-legged in the grass. My hands shook just a little as I opened the book. The page shimmered. Rituals like this weren’t meant for us. Not anymore. Not since the Goddess turned her face from blood rites after the first wolf war. Most of the old ways had been buried.

"We don't have other traitors in our pack bar one. And Zachary is way too dead for us to worry about anymore." "Who is the other one?" His hands clenched. How were they influenced? His people were rich and all had comfortable lives. "Doreen. Zachary's sister. I raided her apartment and found incriminating evidence. She fled early this morning, I sent out warriors to scout for her whereabouts. She might have useful information. I haven't cut down the l**k so that we can command her." A she-wolf fighter. Fuck! Let's hope she would be the last one.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

I asked, my voice carefully measured to hide my desperation. "Well, I really can't say for certain, but I'd rather you listen to her yourself." She reached into her robes and produced a small silver flash drive, holding it up like a holy relic. "But before I hand this over, I'd love to know the truth from your own lips. What is it with this obsession with Sara? There are a plethora of girls in the Twilight Zone—beautiful, loyal women who are far more 'curvy' and traditionally prettier than her. Why her, Tristan?"

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

“There is a whole different world in here.” Well, I know, this is what I signed up for. Sarah wanted to say. "I don't need to be told that twice. I have done enough research on how life in the convent is." Sarah answered sorely, now noticing that Anita was now holding open a romance novel, and from the condition of the book cover and the untidy pages which had some dog ears, it showed that the book had been read over and over again. Where the hell had she just pulled that out from? Okay, there was just a lot of mystery here she would have to unravel. She had been nothing but confused since she stepped into this room. what more surprises are there?

Placing a hand on my head, I feel a headache coming along. “Damn it, it’s like reading the same thing over and over again.” Sarah, who doesn’t even look half as fazed as me, continues to flip through her fifth book with ease. “We can't give up yet; I am sure we will find something in one of these.” I wish I had as much hope and enthusiasm as she did. I pick up the next book and flip through the pages lazily. For a brief second, something catches my eye. I flip back a few pages to see exactly what it is. It is a picture of a bleeding wolf standing before a divine being.

She is a bookkeeper for a local plumbing company. I relaxed in the chair and Sarah began her exam. I couldn’t help but notice that her blouse was unbuttoned a bit and I could see the top of her white bra and some cleavage between her creamy breasts. She had an ample bosom and I kept my eyes focused on it while she poked around in my mouth. She had put one of those paper bibs around my neck and made a point of smoothing it on my chest. Her hands rubbing over my body was nice, but I thought nothing more of it. I was thoroughly enjoying looking down on her blouse at those enchanting breasts.

“Pathetic, when you were just a character in a book.” Sarah's brows twitched. "...what?" “Haha, I read you before, Sarah. A beautiful but pitiful woman with red hair, from a poor hometown. She was beaten every day by his drunkard father until she was about to be sold as a prostitute to a bookie. Her name is Sarah Lawrenttio. But then she met a Crown Prince who was in mourning. Thanks to her likable personality, the Crown Prince fell in love with Sarah.” Sarah's jaw trembled. “That- story, that name, how... do you know- no, forget it! You!"