Sarah Ravencroft Novels & Stories

Charlotte froze the moment she heard Richard’s name. The phone was about to slip from her hands when Azraiel caught it. Richard….Sarah’s brother…. But…but he’s a wolf….he bit her… Charlotte abruptly turned towards Azraiel horrified as the realization of reality dawned on her. He sighed at her questioning glance, “Yes, I’m afraid that Sarah is a wolf too.” A dozen thoughts instantly came to her mind in a second and she felt as if she’d faint.

"Hey, Nick. I didn't expect you back so soon." Nicholas walked over to her, feeling pride and ownership. "I cancelled my meeting. I wanted to come home to you." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight. "What!." Nicholas sat down beside her, scanning the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" Sarah leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm writing a book. My third novel, actually." Nicholas's eyes widened in surprise. "A book? You're a writer?"

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

She looked to the shore. She called over a young girl, barely seven years old, a descendant of a Sycophant who had found "Friction" and a Vance engineer. The girl’s eyes were a swirling amber, and her skin possessed the faint, translucent shimmer of the Eleventh Frequency. She was the personification of the Paradox. "This is for you," Sarah said, handing the 1956 Ledger to the child. "It’s a book of mistakes, rebellions, and very loud noises. It’s the history of why we aren't perfect."

I can close my eyes and tell which one of my kids are my favourite even though Aurora isn’t my blood I would always choose her over everything and everyone. Am glad that I listened to that man and took another way which lead me to aurora and am grateful for him for guiding me to my heart. Working with criminals and masterminds for years I lost the soft side of my heart which she brought it alive. Her green eyes and platinum blonde hair with tanned skin she looked like a porcelain doll, I still fear what would have happened if I didn’t take her home with me that night, am glad I did.

Thank you savannah thank you for giving me this chance he says as he turns and walks away. Once Brandon is far enough away I wake Sarah, we have to go it's 4 am. Our parents will worry I tell her and we gather our belongings and head thru the forest to the pack house. Just as we are about to step out of the woods I smell something that reaks like raw sewage right before I get a pack wide mind link from beta Harvey, rogues in territory, all those who can't fight get to the shelter and has anyone seen savannah or my daughter Sarah they have been gone for hours, shit I say out loud. There are about five rogues about 20 ft away in human form I hear them talking to each other. They say she is a s

like she believed me without blinking. “Ryder was there,” I said finally, because the story needed a line you could trace from beginning to end. “The Vipers showed up with that Malone guy. Marcus was... he was like a shadow.” Sarah chewed on her lower lip. Her sketchbook rested on her knee, pages curled with drawings she hadn’t had the heart to finish since she left school. “Raven?” she asked carefully. “Did you see Raven?” I swallowed. The name tasted sour when I said it. “She was there. Wearing black. She looked like she’d swallowed the night and kept it. Crush-your-throat smile and all.”

She looked better—stronger—as she sat in a rocking chair, holding her camera and talking to Eleanor, who'd pulled one of the visitor's chairs up close. Raven took a quick glance at the number inscribed on her palm, it was her thirty seventh day in the past. Raven couldn't help but think about how lucky she was, she felt guilty Sarah had be involved. After she recovered, Raven didn't hear from her again. She figured she had been threatened, or she was too scared to speak due to the crash.

They are leading the alpha squadron. “I will send someone here to protect you, Emily.” I’ll go by myself and my wolves from the forest where those punks are, “he informed and quickly took a peck from Sarah’s lips.” “I’ll be back.” Don’t force yourself; you’re not yet totally healed from giving birth, “he reminded. Emily nods her head. “Drake...” she called him when he was about to leave the room. Drake stilled and faced her. “Yes, my stray?”

#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!