Sarah Ravencroft Novels & Stories

Opening the grimoire, I found the page where I had left off and looked for the next entry and began to read it… It’s been a few days now since I have seen Christopher and I wonder if I had done something wrong to keep him from me. I feel a fire within me that calls to him and I wonder if I have been given a second chance at love. Either way I will never know if he stops coming around. Sarah on the other hand has been a good friend to me and I don’t feel so lonely when she is around. It is as if she eases my mind when she is around and I feel free from what is bothering. I’m wondering if Sarah is using her gift on me by taking away the painful memories temporarily from me while I am with her.

Meg built a fіrе whіlе Saria took out thе rеѕt оf thе meat аnd brеаd he had packed. Curious about Sаrіа, Meg asked, "Sаrіа, whеn you wеrе a mаіdеn, hоw оftеn did уоu аnd уоur bоуfrіеnd, уоu knоw, hаvе s*x?"

“Oh….I guess, if you want, but you can’t put it inside of me.” I rubbed my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them open. I’d been with hundreds of women, all shapes and sizes, and Sarah really did have the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. It stuck up in the air, a perfect heart shape, calling to me. “Put your head down and stick your ass out. I need a better angle.”

ARIA'S POV Sarah Mendoza's office smelled like coffee and lavender. The kind of scent meant to calm people down before their lives got torn apart on paper. I sat in the chair across from her desk and tried not to pick at my cuticles but I failed. "Thanks for seeing me so quickly," I said. Sarah smiled. She was maybe forty, with dark hair pulled back and glasses that made her look both kind and sharp. Photos of two kids lined her desk. A pride flag pin sat on her blazer lapel.

Arham enters the room and saw Sarah is arranging books and some stationary. He asked her in confusion: Sarah, what are you doing ?".Sarah move her head up and look at him and said: "Actually, you know my vacation started. So, I was thinking to teach village girls who can't go to the city to study. It will help them. Hope you don't have any problem ".

Isaac said before he walked towards the direction of where the noise that was surely Everest was coming from. “Daddy! Uncle Leslie!” The twins shouted as they ran towards us. I hugged Rebecca while Ruth hugged her father before she kissed his cheek. Always the affectionate elder sister. “Baby.” Sarah said as she placed her hand on her hip while the other on her lips. Sarah was a beautiful alpha, six feet with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a genetic engineer at a huge company as one of their employees and shareholder. Her personality was carefree and lax with a wild personality that balanced Isaac’s gentle nature.

Wren had later chosen it for Lydia and for Sarah Meadows' mother because it had no connection to the Vale Corp world. But Edmund had been there first. And Edmund was thorough. I found Sarah Meadows at nine. She was opening the bookshop — not hers, she didn't own it, but she lived above it and the owner was her landlord and she had a key and sometimes opened it when he was running late, which was apparently often. She saw me through the glass before I knocked. Her face did the thing — the recognition, the slight recalibration of someone who has been found once and is being found again.

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"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.