Sarah Reading Novels & Stories

Sarah made sure to stick her tongue out at the back of the bitch’s red head before she sauntered away. Arthur arrived moments after Sarah had, the door to the copy room clicking shut behind him as he stepped inside. “What do you want?” he asked, not really making much of an effort to hide how much he disliked Sarah. Sarah leaned against the counter, her arms crossing over her chest. “I saw something interesting today at the park,” she began, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Something we might be able to use.” Arthur raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “What are you talking about?”

Lyra did not know mind reading, and she also did not know what Tristan was thinking about her. The first thing she did when she entered the shop was to change out of the skirt she was wearing, changing into more comfortable clothes. At eleven o'clock, sarah appeared in the shop. "I came to see if you were still alive." She was wearing a white dress, carrying a bag of big, red peaches in one hand. Lyrai was making flower arrangements, smiling: "Look, I'm alive and well."

For that reason, Sarah didn't have anyone to talk to, so she decided to grab her book and go to the living room. But her moment of solitude and peace was interrupted by the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or ever. "Oh, so you're the only one here doing nothing apparently. Why is that? Don't you know how to do anything else except take care of a silly kid?"

she said. ***** Sarah got out of bed in the middle of the night and turned out the lamp.She looked at Lorenzo, who was fast asleep, and seeing how he was embracing himself due to the cold, she covered him with a duvet before walking out to the corridor.She sat on the chair there, immersed in meditation, looking up at the moon. SARAH'S POV.

She looked up and smiled as I approached, and we exchanged warm hellos. As we sat down, Sarah began to explain why she was interested in adapting my book into a movie. She told me that she had read the book and had been deeply moved by the story. She believed that it had the potential to resonate with audiences on a wide scale, and she wanted to bring it to life on the big screen.

I know she was curious and so was I. I wanted to know what girls my age wanted and what they did. But despite the eagerness growing to explore the world, I was even more curious as to the likes and dislikes of my mate. Yes, he was my mate, his wolf did call me that. ‘’I don't want much… I do want to learn so much but wanting is something else. Sarah lives away from everyone and leaves with not many options. I had a few books but they could never be enough for an entire day on an empty stomach. I could read to drive my mind away from the growling sound of my stomach, but that was all it was to it.

Walking around her slowly, I put down my confusion, “I still don't get it though, how were you able to get in here without my cameras capturing you?" Sarah let out a low hiss as her eyes traveled to a far corner of the study. Glancing at me, she murmured some incoherent words. Until finally she replied, “I'll tell you that when you answer my question. That night that we went out, who were those men chasing us? Why did they chase us and most of all what sort of business do you do?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. My junior hardened in my jeans. I loved her feisty nature. I loved the way she thought she was in charge when in truth, I could dominate her in every way possible.

She read the message, and her breath caught in her throat. Sarah stared at the message sent to her, her curiosity suddenly turned into a mixture of anger and sadness. It reads, 'I can't believe you are such a gold digger, Sarah! This was your plan all along? To ditch me, leave me in disgrace at the altar, and go after the president because he's loaded, isn't he?' Sarah gritted her teeth in fury as she read the message further. 'You are such a cheap slut, but I promise you, Sarah, that I won't go down without a fight! Be on your best guard because tonight, I'm giving you the biggest surprise of your life...!'

Just Sarah at a table in a small room, telling me something she believed. "My turn," I said. She waited. "What were you like," I said, "before the fire. Before the mansion. Before any of it. What was Sarah Henderson actually like?" Something moved through her face. Not pain exactly. Something older than pain and quieter. "Small," she said. "I was small, and I climbed everything. Trees, fences, and the back wall of my grandmother's property. Anything that had height, I wanted to be at the top of it." A pause. "I read everything I could find. My grandmother had these old paperback novels stacked in the hall closet, hundreds of them, romance and adventure and crime, all mixed, and I worked thro

The one with the good sandwiches and the even better fries and the waitress who knew their order by heart. Sarah was already on her second iced tea, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, her eyes sharp as ever. She'd been studying Elena since they sat down. Not saying anything. Just watching. Elena picked at her salad. "What?" "What what?" "You're staring." Sarah shrugged. "I'm observing." "Observing what?" "You." Elena set down her fork. "And what do you observe?" Sarah leaned back, crossing her arms. The sunlight caught her face, her expression somewhere between skeptical and pleased. "You're different."