Sarah's Key Novel Novels & Stories

She intended to stand in front of her door for a while before retiring to bed, but before she knew it, her legs had taken her to the door of the king. After gulping down her saliva, Sarah lifted her hand and knocked on his door; she got no reply the first time and decided to knock a second time. After her second attempt, the door opened, and an unfamiliar face appeared before her. She recognized the face as that of a male Lycan. She had seen him in the dining room. He was quiet throughout breakfast. Did I come to the wrong room? Sarah opened her mouth to apologize to the male, but before she could do so, the male Lycan pulled her into the room and locked the door.

Sarah looks at me before turning her attention towards the woman, “We are very sorry for your loss. But we also need to know all the details. Fred mentioned some prophecy. He told us that you have been gathering an army and that’s the archives room needs protection.” My lips curve when she begins to speak, the authority in her voice clear, and it occurs to me that no matter what, she would never lose this ability she has to take command of a room with just her presence. “We have,” The older woman looks around. “I know it doesn’t seem like much but we have more people on the way and there are some setting traps right now-“ “You won’t win a war with traps,” Sarah says and I see her eyeing a fe

Breeana stood for a moment stunned into silence. Sarah Keyes stood in front of her wearing a loose top and free pants, her blond hair looking unkempt and wrapped up in a messy ponytail looking nothing like the girl she remembered. "Let's get out of here." Sarah grabbed her hand and pulled her. Breeana's sense of preservation kicked in and they began to run through the forest. The outraged cries of their pursuers finding their slaughtered colleagues reached their ears and they increased their pace.

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

Kiara, still in character as Sarah, says " Hi, Steve! What do you like to do for fun?" Steve (aka Casey) says, "Well, I like to read books and play video games. What do you like to do, Sarah?" Sarah (aka Kiara) says, "Wow, we have a lot in common! I love reading and playing video games too! What's your favorite book?" Kiara was really enjoying this, so as Casey. Steve (aka Casey) answers, "My favorite book is 'The Lord of the Rings' by J.R.R. Tolkien. What's your favorite book?"

"Sarah was found in an abandoned building. Manner of death—overdose." Jasmine breathed very slowly. Jayla's fists were balled. Jade swallowed hard. No one said anything. None of them were able to speak. For though— Despite the lies, the betrayal, the hate this was not the way they'd imagined the story ending. But it had. Sarah was dead. And the war that had started all those years ago? It was finally over.

I swooped my hand into my pants, only to realize that my keys were not there. I stormed back into the apartment, my eyes scanning the room for my keys. That's when I saw her, Sarah, standing by the stairs, holding my keys in her hand. She was smiling at me, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Looking for these?" she asked, dangling my keys in front of me. I strode towards her, my anger rising. "Give them to me, Sarah. I don't have time for your games." She laughed, a throaty sound. "Oh, come on, Williams. Don't be such a spoilsport. I just want a little fun."

Walking around her slowly, I put down my confusion, “I still don't get it though, how were you able to get in here without my cameras capturing you?" Sarah let out a low hiss as her eyes traveled to a far corner of the study. Glancing at me, she murmured some incoherent words. Until finally she replied, “I'll tell you that when you answer my question. That night that we went out, who were those men chasing us? Why did they chase us and most of all what sort of business do you do?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. My junior hardened in my jeans. I loved her feisty nature. I loved the way she thought she was in charge when in truth, I could dominate her in every way possible.

Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal. "It all started years ago," she began, her voice soft but steady. "Back when we were just kids, growing up in this town. There was a group of us, friends who spent every moment together, sharing secrets and dreams." Jace and Marvin listened intently, their curiosity piqued. They had known Sarah for years, but there was a depth to her story that they had never seen before. "One summer, everything changed," Sarah continued, her gaze distant as she recalled the memories of long ago. "We stumbled upon an old journal hidden away in the attic of an abandoned house. It was filled with cryptic messages and strange symbols,

Arc replied with a hint of dry sarcasm. Sarah appeared before him, radiant in a bright yellow sundress, her hair tied up in a relaxed, messy bun. Her warm smile and sparkling eyes exuded a cheerful energy, which didn't surprise Arc one bit - he'd grown accustomed to her sunny presence. "You never miss an opportunity to highlight my single status, do you?" He rolled his eyes, "You're well past the era of trying not to be single." With a delighted clap of her hands, Sarah exclaimed, "Ah hah, someone's developed a sense of humor, I see!" Her gaze swept over Arc, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look good today, Arc."