Sarah Ravencroft Novels & Stories

"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

---------------------Los Angeles, California. -------------------------------Valentine residence, next morning, 10:00am. " Wait Mother, you knew about it this whole time?" " Yes and I'm not at fault for not saying anything, I didn't know that the person who raised Zarah was ever going to work with the green viper and besides I promised her that I wasn't going to tell anyone about it" Mother answered as she collected Kimberly from Sophia's. We all sat round a table in Sophia and Ethan's patio, trying to enjoy the morning breeze and talking.

Liam’s eyes flared with a sudden, dark triumph. He started to bridge the final inch, his hand moving from the table to cup Ethan’s jaw— “Mr. Vance? Ethan? Is that you?” The voice was high-pitched and sharp. Ethan practically leaped out of his skin, snatching his hand back and knocking his spoon onto the floor. He looked up to see Sarah, a beautiful, high-achieving TA from their Structural Systems class, standing by the table. She was wearing a slim-fitting red dress, her eyes darting between Ethan’s flushed face and Liam’s predatory scowl.

Just as he is about to touch my nipples through my thin bra, we hear someone at the library door. Quickly moving away from Drake, as I smirk at him and his predicament, he murmurs in my ear, “I can smell your arousal babe,” letting me know he wasn’t the only one in a predicament. Smiling I bend over so he has a good view of my ass, as he groans, and I stand up with the books in my hands. Reid comes around the corner and smiles, “Hey guys, not interrupting anything am I?” he laughs as I send him a scowl. “I guess we had the same idea, I thought I’d go through some of these books as well. Want to split them up and see what we can come up with?” he asks. “Sounds good to me, let’s get to wor

There, the pin was firmly attached to her waist line. “Scarlet really needs to work on this. This could have given me an injury!” She said to herself, Scarlett was her Kenyan designer. As she removed the pin, the door opened all of a sudden and she immediately covered herself with the cloth. “Ichabod! What do you think you are doing?” ** “Oh dear Lord!” Ichabod shouted and slammed the door immediately. What the hell was that? Thank goodness he hadn’t seen her nakedness. That would have cost him his job for sure.

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."

He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor. "I just need a witch to figure something out." Sarah's arms are now crossed. The thing about Sarah is that she is very protective of her clients and friends but make one wrong move and she'll find a way to ruin you without any help or magic. Her specialty is scary for a human. She can be a professional assassin or spy. "Like?" She sounded annoyed. She didn't like secrets. Ever since Zack kept a secret about being married once before, Sarah swore if she ever heard a lie coming out of his mouth will be the last.

Sarah’s story Sarah went on a journey not far from London, in Dunsfold, Surrey just to ensure her diabolical plan would go on flawlessly. She didn’t expect though to not find her friend from childhood. For her, it was frustrating going from door to door knocking and being greeted by someone she did not know. Actually this was her last chance to make a difference. Lately she belived that Adam was being secretive and she didnt like it one bit. So she had to take some measures. And who to turn to if not James Powell her childhood accomplice.

Aisha POV: “Aaaa…… cchhuuuu..” “Aaaaahh… Chuuuuuuuu”“Aaaaahhhhhh……… Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” “O.. O sweet Mary Jesus …… OH LORD…” I sneezed hard making all plasma fluid to flow down my nose and stared wiping it with several tissues, Yes! I caught a cold and that to because of that monster Ravan, he pushed me of that bridge that to into a fucking cold water river, he seriously has some issues I mean to wipe hand mark’s of those bastards who tried to molest me Ravan made me jump Into a river, he could have simple asked to take a bath, Right? but Nooo... he want to try something new like jumping of a Fucking bridge in middle of Fucking night into a Fucking freezing flowing river ALSO…. he didn’

❤️ A Man Called Storm (Part 39) ❤️ Rumi was done and the chains binding Sarah disappeared into thin air. She watched in amazement as the skeleton body of Sarah started gaining flesh and soon a beautiful woman stood in the place a skinny malnourished woman was before. Sarah was a beauty to behold, her black hair cascading her back and stopping at her hips. Her eyes were dark as midnight and she was tall, taller than Rumi by a foot inch.