Sarah Reads Novels & Stories

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.

Stefan didn't find her even in the lounge, an adjacent room, and also not also on the terrace where she usually goes to freshen her mind. 'Ahh, she many times sits on the single-seater hanging swing and reads books, she likes to read books the most whenever she is alone or wants some distraction.' 'Yes, some distraction, books.' A thought strike in Stefan's mind, and he ran to the small room adjacent to his study, which is actually like a small library formed by Sarah. Although she only picks the book from there and mostly sits in the open air and reads, still this is the place he should check.

Nights on the mountain were peaceful. Sarah would sit by the window, her face illuminated by candlelight as she read the few books they had at home. They were mostly second hand novels, dog eared and worn, but they were treasures to her. She would press her fingers to the faded words, tracing their outlines as if memorizing every curve, every letter. Her mother, Mary, would come in sometimes, her arms full of firewood, her face tired but warm. “Books are like windows,” Mary would say, patting Sarah’s hand. “Even if you can’t see everything yet, they’ll open up worlds for you someday.”

My forehead furrowed. Who is Sarah?

"Grandma's estate has a way of making everyone feel welcome." Grandma nodded, her eyes twinkling. "That's what homes are for, dear. Now, tell me about yourself, Sarah. What do you like to do?" Sarah hesitated, unsure how much to share. But Grandma's kind gaze put her at ease. "I like to read and walk in nature," she said. Grandma's face lit up. "Oh, me too! I have a lovely garden here. You'll have to show me your favorite books sometime." Nicholas smiled, happy to see Sarah relaxing in Grandma's presence. "I think that can be arranged," he said.

She ate in silence, swallowing the vitamins one by one, because she knew she had no other choice. That day passed like a fog. Sarah cleaned Shenina’s room, folded her small clothes, and arranged her toys. She sat in the reading room, trying to read an interior design book that she had not touched for years. But her thoughts drifted to Alex…

"Sort of? I got one of those fully cooked turkey breasts. Instant potatoes, stuffing, some veggies. Basic stuff I could handle. Gravy from a jar. High class all the way." Sarah was grinning ear to ear. "You poor deprived creature. This year's going to be different." I savored another bite of my fish between responding. "I'll hold you to that." With Heidi safely tucked in bed I'd retired to my spot on the couch, contentedly reading a book that did not feature brightly colored ponies and unicorns. Sarah sat next to me, her head leaning on my shoulder while she worked a Sudoku on her tablet. It had been a while since we'd sat together and not been touching somehow. Sometimes she'd put her feet

The café was quiet that afternoon, with only a few customers inside. Sarah sat at one of the empty tables. After ordering a drink and a snack, she pulled out her laptop and began responding to emails one by one. She also checked the daily reports from Carrie that had been sent to her. Despite her large belly, Sarah still looked beautiful and radiant, attracting the attention of the men around her, including a man sitting a few meters in front of her. Ever since Sarah entered the café, the handsome man in a blue shirt had been watching her from afar.