Sarah Reading Novels & Stories

“But in exactly one hour, you’re eating something again whether you like it or not.” She stalked off with the plate, muttering under her breath about stubborn pregnant women. Just when I thought I’d have a few peaceful minutes to finish at least one email, Sarah came bouncing in like a puppy with a book clutched tightly in her arms. I tensed immediately. I knew that look.

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.

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."

I checked the message she sent me this morning. "Hi Savannah, good morning. I hope you had a nice night. *wink*. Sarah and I had a good night's sleep, so don't worry about us; enjoy your time with Roman, as we haven't spent time together in a while. Don't worry about coming home now because Sarah and I are going to the library to pick out more books, and definitely not because I have a crush on the librarian. After that, we are going to have something to eat at Starbucks, see a movie, and head back home. Our day is packed, and we have no room for you, so have fun."

"Exactly. So, I'm going to have to put a statement together about the fair, get the word out. I'll call Darcy so she can help me orchestrate it-" "Hold on to your flapping gums, princess," Sarah says from the other end of the library. "I think we need to fix this problem before we can move onto the next one." I'm confused about what Sarah means, and a little offended that she thinks I'm a "gum-flapper," until I see her standing in front of the television staring at it intently with the remote under her arm. My heart beats faster when I see who is on the screen. Wendy Williams. Great.