Sarah Reads Novels & Stories

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.”

"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.

JOSIE’S POV “Hey Sarah, how are you girl?” I ask my best friend and desk mate as casual as I can. “Oh-oh…what’s wrong?” her speaker-voice sounds worried. Damn, she knows me to well. “Well...how? what…? I…urgh…never mind. I swear you have some fortuneteller genes in you.” “I can read you like a book. Even over the phone. Ha-ha, perk of being around you so many hours per day, per week etc. So, tell me, what’s up?”

Deep inside of her, Sarah felt a happiness which she never had before and she really meant what she said to her sister. However, happiness is an elusive star. It either grows out of reach or it falls from the sky even as we catch a glimpse of it. And as usual, fate once again waged sword against Sarah and the next day what she could never imagined to happen, happened. One of Sarah’s favorite hobby was reading books and writing poems. Yesterday, her brother in law mentioned an ancient library located in the corner of the city and this instantly brightened her as she missed reading her novels. However, today was Sunday and the library was closed. So, her parents decided to do some shopping ins

" Sarah went out. Instead of using her car, she chose to walk. It is not because she is saving the gasoline. She does not want to go home early. It took her more or less 30 minutes to reach the grocery store. When she arrived at her destination, there are just few people inside. Sarah take her time inside the store. "It is still 7:00. I must have long time here. It is still early," she said to herself. Unlike what other rich people do, Sarah compare the prices of the products and she will choose the one with cheaper price. She gets some milk, sugar, biscuits, coffee, and few canned products. Lastly, she went to the area where the different kinds of meat are located. "Should I buy chicken or

“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.