Sarah Reads Novels & Stories

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

She seemed quite confident and so advanced as she came toward both me and Noah. She extended her hand. It was for a handshake with “Mr. Parker.” I shook her hand, taking it firmly. Also her grip greeted the hand of Noah. Sarah attracted the men within the room even in professional attire. The men noticed Sarah. I considered that men are drawn to women like her effortlessly. Sarah began discussing business when she sat across from Noah and me. She introduced her team as “This is Ester, Jennifer, Ryan, Alex, and John,” then opened her laptop. She put on her glasses as she went to do it.

"You are not virgin?... But you said you had no boyfriend before me neither you had hookups..." He asked little bit mad. "No! I won't tell you. You will laugh at me... And probably make fun of me for whole life..." She pouted. "I don't know about the fun but I like the concept of whole life..." He grinned. "Now tell me before I lose patience... I won't laugh, I promise..." Sarah smiled embarrassed. "You know I have a habit of reading erotic novels right?... I was reading a very good book and I wanted to try it. I had no boyfriend so decided to use___"

She suddenly dashed to Sarah's side and suggested, "Such good news deserves to be shared. Let me take a photo for you to send to that annoying Elaine, so she can finally give up." "That's a great idea!" Sarah's eyes lit up, and she eagerly grabbed her phone. "Quick, take a picture for me." When Elaine received Sarah's text, she was in her room reading a book. The book was becoming more captivating with each page, and she was eager to finish it. So, when she heard the sound of her phone receiving multiple messages, it disrupted her reading flow. She hesitated to pick up her phone immediately. After a few more notification sounds, completely disrupting her reading mood, she finally took out he

“Hey guys,” Sarah beamed cheerfully as we reached them. “This is Saraphina. Saraphina, these are my friends, Emma, Jake, and Lily.” I managed a small wave. “Hey.” The three of them murmured greetings, but the tension didn’t ease.

“ I like you Sarah . I hope you didn’t feel neglected since Drake jilted you.” “Oh, I don’t feel neglected at all,” Sarah exclaimed as she shook off his hand carefully “I’m having a wonderful time.” That blush seemed to want to take up permanent residence on her cheeks. “I’ve been playing shuffleboard and went to bingo and have been working on my tan and just everything you can imagine.” “Shuffleboard, huh?” Brown giggled at that. “I’m picturing you lording it over the shuffleboard court, a bunch of gray-haired ladies shaking their fists at you.”

This is a short introduction to all the essential Characters who are you going to read in this book further. Their looks will be discussed in the further chapters of the Novel. Enjoy reading, I hope you like it!! Sarah Brown - A 24-year-old woman who is jobless. She is the daughter of a rich woman Hannah Brown. She is very polite and of jolly nature but gets irritated or angry too easily. Emma Miller - A 24-year-old woman who is the president of the company The Ambition. A polite woman but hates her life.

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

She looks exhausted. I slide her notebook back over, throat dry. "Only one book to read for our next session." That gives her the whole weekend, too. She can rest before she reads. Why the hell is she so tired? "Are you keeping on top of your other classes?" "Yes." Sarah's staring past my shoulder out of the window, at the birds hopping in the tree branches. She looks so worn down. My gut twists, and I lean closer across the table, reaching for her wrist. To tell her what, I don't know, but as I lean closer, I get a waft of her clothes. And she smells like–like beer, and smoke, and cheap spirits.

>POV: Carrie Rеаdіng Sаrаh’ѕ dіаrу wаѕ heartbreaking. I соuldn’t hоld bасk thе tеаrѕ. She wеnt thrоugh so much. And she wаѕ ѕо brave; аnd ѕо ѕmаrt, thinking to ѕtеаl the notepad to kеер a personal rесоrd of what hарреnеd hеrе.