Sarah Shinbi House Novels & Stories

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

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They walked single file down the quiet sidewalk, their boots making almost no sound on the damp pavement. Standing at the end of the block was a charming, white two-story wooden house with a small front porch, dark green window shutters, and an overgrown garden surrounded by a low picket fence. It was the house where Noah, Gabriel, and Sarah had lived twelve years ago before everything fell apart. Noah walked up the front wooden steps, reaching his hand up to the top frame of the front door. His fingers brushed against a small dusty ledge, finding the small iron spare key Sarah used to leave there years ago.

"Deep down, I am an introvert who loves the natural atmosphere, tranquility, and comfort. However, I am also still required to work for the name of the Arshen. I want to not have to take too much trouble to go to my office anywhere, because of traffic jams and all the hustle and bustle of the city, but when I come home, I can really enjoy a perfect rest." I thought about David's words and realized the truth. David's house is located in a very strategic area, because from his house he can easily go to the three main companies owned by the Arshen. "Mom, are we going to stay here forever?" Shane asked one night, while Shane and I were waiting for Shery to change into her pajamas and brush her

SEVENTY-ONE And that light was brilliantly white, warm. Trees unclasped their knots, peeling away on either side of the windshield as they entered a wide-open space. Hands fell from ears and eyes opened. The passengers took in their surroundings. They were in a large yard. In front and to the left stood a huge, decrepit shed, a pickup truck parked next to it. The bus drew closer to a house flanked by faded Christmas cutouts. The property sat in the middle of this clearing, and beyond it, Sarah noted trees standing guard, the flash of a clothesline. The words slipped out of her: “No neighbors.”

MAXINE We arrived at Shane's safe house, a sleek, high-tech haven. Exhaustion, fear, terror and some other feelings I couldn't figure out claimed me. As I step into the safe house, I'm immediately enveloped in a sense of security and tranquility. The exterior of the building is nondescript, but once inside, I'm surrounded by cutting-edge technology and innovative design. The first thing I notice is the advanced biometric scanner that verifies his identity and grants us access to the facility. The scanner uses a combination of facial recognition, fingerprint analysis, and retinal scanning to ensure that only authorized personnel can enter.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

“The power usage matches one person living there. Sarah’s network still works years later.” I stepped closer to the edge of the property. “We knock quietly,” I said. “No sudden moves. The person inside might be scared. Sarah built this place for protection. We respect that.” Elena nodded and checked her equipment. “The money trail led us here,” she replied. “The fake foundations funded everything. Safe houses, identities, support for witnesses. Sarah created a shadow system against the empire.” We moved toward the door together. My heart beat steady as I raised my hand to knock. The network Sarah built could hold the key to her disappearance. The person inside might know about the woman in w

“You have a train station and you didn’t think to mention that? How big is this place anyway?” “I… sorry.” Sarah looks contrite. “A little bit over three square miles. There’s a village with a pub, and the House.” “Your folks own an entire village?” Sure, Shining River owned a place that added up to a village, but that was a whole Pack, not just one family.

Aaliyah’s POV Safe house We arrive at the house very early Brandon parks at the curb and we all remain seated for a moment .I hounded the men for us to leave super early because I want to sit in for the interrogation . I need to find out if the PI has any leads on Anna’s son . I look at the modern simple building with flat roof , It’s located at the very outskirts of shark fin . Gabe did a good job in securing the location as there are mostly empty plots marked for construction in the area keeping our witnesses safe and out of sight . I turn to Shawn curious to find out why we are stalling “Are we waiting for someone ?”