Sarah Reading Novels & Stories

Sarah shook her head. "Oh come on. I promise I won't read any smut scenes out loud." Sarah's eyes widen as she smacked her hand onto her face. I laughed at her reaction. She really did remind me of the author of the book I read. 'Alesha' and ironically both their names began with an S and had two A's. Such a goody- two shoe.

With her captivating blonde curls with neon and pink highlights, sparkling emerald-green eyes filled with mischief, full rosy lips that showcased quick wit and a sharp sense of humour, and a radiant complexion, Sarah’s appearance accentuated her free-spirited nature, adding a playful energy to the room. She heaved her petite yet athletic figure next to Emily, settling down on the sofa and enveloping Emily in a vivacious, tight hug. “Hey, girl! What's the latest scoop?” Sarah asked eagerly, her curiosity piqued. Emily turned to James, a smirk playing on her lips. “See, James? Sarah’s all up for some thrilling drama. She gets it.” She returned her attention back to Sarah, putting on an air of

It would create another performance. He leaves the paragraph where it is. At noon, Sarah appears beside his desk. “Send it to me,” she says. “It isn’t finished.” “That has never stopped you from making me suffer through a draft.” Julian looks up at her. “You sound eager.” “I’m suspicious.” “That is more familiar.” He sends the document. Sarah returns to her office. Julian attempts not to watch through the glass, but he sees her reading anyway. She moves slowly through the pages and makes fewer notes than usual. Once, she pauses and looks toward him.

It was what had made her a good wife to the wrong man. She was learning the difference between carrying someone and being buried by them. Sarah came out at eight with her reading glasses on and her braid half-undone. "He's in now?" she said. "About now." Sarah poured coffee and sat across from her. She didn't ask how Mia felt. She knew Mia well enough to know that the feeling was present and accounted for and didn't need to be excavated. "Tell me something," Sarah said instead. "About January. The classroom."