Novel & Cerita Sarah Reads

“I’m sure I could introduce you to a few other old timers like me. We all love telling our own versions of the same stories over and over again.” “You are not old Sarah, stop!” I slam my book shut. I cannot take in another word and I am about to call it quits anyway. “Are you frustrated with something in your studies, girly?” Sarah looks at me while Robin checks the endless emails she has on her phone. “You have been rather harsh to your book. Did it offend you?” She chuckles.

Sarah shook her head. "Oh come on. I promise I won't read any smut scenes out loud." Sarah's eyes widen as she smacked her hand onto her face. I laughed at her reaction. She really did remind me of the author of the book I read. 'Alesha' and ironically both their names began with an S and had two A's. Such a goody- two shoe.

I need to find out more about the purple moon and then I should choose what to do. "Can I bring all these books to my room? I am eager to know all about it. Even Zierux told me to do some reading." "That's fine, after all, this place will soon be yours." When I got back to my room, I saw Sarah flipping through pages of the book I lent her. She could not read but there were sketches that made her fascinated with it. "Hello there, love!" I greeted, making my way beside her and putting down all of the books I had. "How's it going?"

She started off Everyone seemed to love this, two hot young teachers in one class. I hated every second of it, but on the bright side now they weren't checking out Alice as much. Sarah smiled widely at everyone "I really love to read and write, I've written a number of books and am excited to encourage all of you to explore your own ways of connecting with books." Was this some weird commercial or was she always this fucking cheery? Also this is statistics not fucking English. "I also love hiking and I have two dogs." She finished off still wearing the same smile

Arham enters the room and saw Sarah is arranging books and some stationary. He asked her in confusion: Sarah, what are you doing ?".Sarah move her head up and look at him and said: "Actually, you know my vacation started. So, I was thinking to teach village girls who can't go to the city to study. It will help them. Hope you don't have any problem ".

I followed her night and day, days after days, weeks and it even spanned into months, but like a new changed person, Sarah never did anything suspicious. All she did was visit the same places she did before; the maids' quarters to meet with her servants. She went to the pack house often and sat by the fountain, there on the cemented cold dry floor, reading a novel or scrolling through her phone. “Why isn't she doing anything?” I asked my wolf. “Maybe she's seen you.” She answered. I doubted. “Hang around and wait then.” An hour went by fast, another hour too. When the sun faded, I decided to leave but Sarah stood up.

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

She looked breathtaking, almost ethereal. "You're very beautiful today, Sara," I said, my voice thick with emotion as I reached out to tuck a stray titian hair behind her ear. She leaned back just an inch, a movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible, yet it made my fingers itch with a sudden, sharp annoyance. "The trees are changing color early this year, aren't they?" she asked, her voice bright, clear, and strangely hollow. "Look at that oak over there. It’s almost completely red."

The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon in early summer, the kind of lazy heat that made the air feel thick and slow. Sarah’s mom had left for her weekend conference in Chicago, kissing both of them goodbye with the usual reminders about groceries and locking up. She’d been gone less than an hour when Sarah—eighteen, freshly graduated, long dark hair still damp from the pool—wandered into the living room in nothing but a tiny yellow bikini and an oversized hoodie that barely covered her ass.

Just then, they hear the front door open and close. It's apparent that Sarah is home from work. She pops her head in the recreation room and says, "Hi, am I interrupting or can I come in?" Marsha says, "Sure, Sarah, come in and tell us how your day went." "No, I would rather not take away from your experience. Having had it yesterday, I know I shouldn't do that. Maybe I'll just watch for a few minutes and learn something."