Novel & Cerita Sarah Reads

“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.

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

"Enjoyable. I had my best friend over for lunch and I visited my grandparents on Sunday. I also finished my latest book." Sara openly lifted her head and her shyness went away. "What did you read?", she asked full of admiration. "The Physician. I know, I know, I'm late to the party, but better late than never." "And?", she nudged forward with shining eyes. "It's a good read, isn't it?" I melted as her cute smile appeared on her lips, this specific smile that made laughter lines appear around her eyes, her nose scrunch up and her eyes shine even more.

“Of course. Please.” Sarah watched Mindy’s retreating figure closely. She could not read this woman at all.

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.

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.

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.