Sarah Ravencroft Novels & Stories

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

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Elara called out, her voice cutting through the hum of the busy weavers. Sarah didn't look like a Saint anymore. She was sitting in the corner, surrounded by stacks of parchment and several confiscated raven-collars. She looked like a woman who had finally found her true calling as a spymaster. She stood up, her apron stained with ink, and walked over to the tapestry.

Frostfire Solutions function as a technology service provider in the human world. Carla lays the black file on the table once she has done with it. She faces me with certainty while she waits for me to be done with work. Unlike Scarlet, she doesn’t tease by playing with her hair or fidgeting with her dress. Her serious look compels me to indulge her with some words. “Have you finished reading the portfolio?” I inquire while my fingers tap rapidly on the keys in front of me to form a complete sentence in my email.

Her hair floats around her head as she stands with her hands on either side of what Ryan called a “bird bath.” It’s not a bird bath. It’s some weird bowl that an even stranger, tiny man brought here all the way from Veiled Valley. Apparently, Arthur, the royal historian, has a collection of useful objects in his treasure trove in Veiled Valley’s library, and a scrying bowl hadn’t been hard at all to acquire. Still, Sarah has been bent over this bowl for almost a week, whether it’s snowing, blowing, or sunny and absolutely frigid. The tip of her nose is bright red as her glowing eyes widen and her mouth pulls into a smile. “I have her. Guys, I found her!”

“Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.” “Very good, Evelina,” an amused voice said with a mock clap. And when I looked at the form standing in the doorway to the dimly lit room I let out a shriek of surprise. Standing before me was Sarah, the very woman who had tried to kill us in my vision. A/n: NEw year's resolution: FINISH THIS BOOK WITHIN 15 DAYS. Also,signups open for my book 1001 Nights with the Lycan King, it is a fairy tale retelling of 1001 Arabian nights . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

Probably, I can get the reasons why she’s involved in this. I may not know her for a long time, I know that she’s not a heartless person. “I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted, too much happening at the same Goddamn time.” She draws a chair, and sits close to me. “It’s alright, I understand.” The moment her scent hit me, wild jasmine laced with warm honey and something indefinitely hers, my wolf exploded awake. It was a gentle stir. I shake him to be calm. “You want to do something quiet?” She poses, a devious glint in her eyes.

“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!"