Sarah Reads の小説・ストーリー

They have lived their lives fighting and trying to survive against this hunting of humanity. ‘’We have to do something. We cannot just observe here from the atmosphere’’, whispered Sarah Sarah has a well-shaped figure and a height shorter than a banana plant. She has hair as black as coal. Her eyes are like the color of ocean waves you see during summer. She has a rough voice that seems to be angry when speaking. She stylishly wears her old spacesuit.

Just Sarah at a table in a small room, telling me something she believed. "My turn," I said. She waited. "What were you like," I said, "before the fire. Before the mansion. Before any of it. What was Sarah Henderson actually like?" Something moved through her face. Not pain exactly. Something older than pain and quieter. "Small," she said. "I was small, and I climbed everything. Trees, fences, and the back wall of my grandmother's property. Anything that had height, I wanted to be at the top of it." A pause. "I read everything I could find. My grandmother had these old paperback novels stacked in the hall closet, hundreds of them, romance and adventure and crime, all mixed, and I worked thro

Sarah is 17 and looks just like a female version of Nicolas. Sarah is in the kitchen at the Pack house getting something to eat. When she sees her brother coming in with me, she smiles big and hugs me. Sarah smiles as she lets go of me. "Hey, a bunch of us are heading to the movies tonight. Do you want to come? There will be lots of hot guys." Sarah says.

Lyra did not know mind reading, and she also did not know what Tristan was thinking about her. The first thing she did when she entered the shop was to change out of the skirt she was wearing, changing into more comfortable clothes. At eleven o'clock, sarah appeared in the shop. "I came to see if you were still alive." She was wearing a white dress, carrying a bag of big, red peaches in one hand. Lyrai was making flower arrangements, smiling: "Look, I'm alive and well."

She looked up and smiled as I approached, and we exchanged warm hellos. As we sat down, Sarah began to explain why she was interested in adapting my book into a movie. She told me that she had read the book and had been deeply moved by the story. She believed that it had the potential to resonate with audiences on a wide scale, and she wanted to bring it to life on the big screen.

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.

We all shared handshakes and hugs and they left, and it was one amazing day. “I did not know that you knew about them so much” I started conversation with Sarah. “I read” she said and looked at the watch. “My practice?” she asked looking at me as she had missed her coding practice for today. “We shall cover that tomorrow” I said her. “ok” she said and smiled.

Ezra asked. Sarah walked up to the Sofa and grabbed some sheets and covered herself. She cleared her throat and softly read the book. Ezra opened his eyes. "Not that book," he yelled. Sarah rolled her eyes. "I asked you to specify the book, but you asked me to choose," she pointed. "I said change the book," Ezra was almost yelling. Sarah got up, irritated, and picked up a book about the stock market and began reading it. Ezra closed his eyes, the voice was not the same as the one that calmed him down.

Exactly the kind of thing Aria should be thrilled about. If it hadn’t come with so much collateral damage. Alright. You got this. She took a breath, smoothed her skirt, and knocked. “Come in,” a clear voice called. She pushed the door open. Sarah was pacing back and forth as she read aloud a document in her hand. She wore a two-piece navy blue blouse and trousers, her dark hair pulled into a sleek bun. The office was orderly: bookshelves, neatly stacked journals, a pinboard with printed calls for papers and conferences.

Placing a hand on my head, I feel a headache coming along. “Damn it, it’s like reading the same thing over and over again.” Sarah, who doesn’t even look half as fazed as me, continues to flip through her fifth book with ease. “We can't give up yet; I am sure we will find something in one of these.” I wish I had as much hope and enthusiasm as she did. I pick up the next book and flip through the pages lazily. For a brief second, something catches my eye. I flip back a few pages to see exactly what it is. It is a picture of a bleeding wolf standing before a divine being.