Sarah Reads Novels & Stories

Richard was sitting on the dining table, enjoying his breakfast, while at the same time reading the news on his phone. Suddenly he started hearing footsteps of someone coming down from the stairs. Looking up, he noticed that it was Sarah, and with that, he furrowed his brows in surprise, knowing that on Saturdays, Sarah rarely wakes up early in the morning; if she wakes up earlier, it's around twelve PM; if not, she's capable of sleeping till two PM; and sometimes he's the one who wakes her up in order to be sure that something didn't happen to her while she was sleeping.

Her eyes locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, you look startled. You can leave," Beth said, dismissing Megan. She then turned to me with a warm smile. "I must say, Ms. Jones, your sister is quite the bookworm. She was very particular about the books we provided." I chuckled, "I know, she's always been an avid reader. It's one of her favourite things to do." I noticed Sarah started reading fiction books more frequently when we grew apart. I never questioned it, assuming she was seeking an escape from the tension between us. I figured she found solace in the stories, a way to temporarily forget about our issues and immerse herself in a different world.

SARAH I move closer to the intoxicating scent around me. It smells so familiar, but I can't place where I've smelled it before. It smells so good that I don't even want to open my eyes to check where it's coming from. It calms my heart and makes me want to spend the whole day wrapped around it. I let out a sigh and feel my breath bounce back against my face. That's odd; why did that happen? I slowly open my eyes to find out what's wrong. My eyes widen as I come face to face with a rock-hard chest. I quickly check my body to ensure I didn't do what I think I might have done. I know I drank a lot last night, but I am not one to have a drunken one-night stand. A breath of relief escapes me once

I read the last few entries again, completely locked in. “Just let me read this, Genevieve,” I say, my voice dropping into its calculated, serious register. “Let me read all of it.” “Read fast,” she snaps, checking her bare wrist. “I don’t have much time.” I could honestly learn to like this Sarah. A few minutes later, pulling her up on F******k on my own phone, I scroll through a couple of public photos. Yeah, I could definitely learn to like her. She is Grade-A, no question about it. Beautiful, elegant, clearly expensive.

I added while zipping up my bag. Quinn flipped a page of their thick book and did not even bother to look up at us. "Have fun at the mall," Quinn said in a quiet and deadpan voice. Sarah did not waste another second before she grabbed my arm and practically hauled me out of the heavy wooden chair. "W-wait a minute," I protested while stumbling behind her. "I still have fifty pages of pharmacology to read before tomorrow morning," I argued while dragging my feet. "You can read your textbook in the car while I drive us to the store," Sarah countered without slowing down.

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 think she feels comfortable with him. Before I could put the phone away again, my attention was drawn to the sweet lily scent coming from the couch. I looked over and saw Sarah sitting there, in red. Her hair was to one side, exposing her neck. She appeared to be resting with her head resting peacefully on the back of the sofa.

krish given letter to sarah, sarah started reading the letter dear friends, I'm sorry for leaving everyone without informing I don't want to stay like this anymore by becoming burden to everyone I can't bare it by looking the pity in everyone's eyes killing me from second to second the people's pituful eyes on me and the strange looks is enough for me I can't die I know it I want to live but not like this I want to live like myself so I'm leaving everyone and taking rio with me because he is the only family I have I only wish for you people's happiness be happy I miss you all I will return when I feel I'm okay untill then dont search for me no matter how much you people search for me you can

Elliot asked, gesturing to a small shelf filled with romance novels and pregnancy guides. "Definitely the pregnancy books," Sarah said, then hesitated. "Maybe a few of the others too. Clara loves to read when she's stressed." "What about you?" Elliot asked as he carefully placed the books in a box. "What do you do when you're stressed?" Sarah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I bake. Usually cookies or brownies. Something sweet." "I'd like to try your baking sometime," Elliot said, then immediately looked flustered. "I mean, if you ever wanted to... not that you have to..."

What sort of Nuns cuddled teddy bears, read romance novels and heaven knew what Florence also did in her leisure time? "It was really nice meeting you all..." Sarah forced a smile. "...but I really should rest now, I have had a very long day and my legs are already aching from the tour I had today." She slowly took off her shoes and folded her legs on the bed, fluffed the pillow and laid down, turning her back to the three strange and annoying Nuns. "That was Cheryl's bed." She heard Yin say. Ignoring her, Sarah tried to force herself to sleep when Anita added just at that moment, disrupting her attempt to close her eyes.