Sarah Sundin Books Novels & Stories

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

Sharon said. "Good, cause there's trouble, a big one." Devina said. Sarah enters into the library with a bunch of books in her hands and sat beside Aiden who was sketching out a Map on a building. "So tell me Aiden Robert you hate chemistry classes right?" Sarah asked. "Not really, why are you here Sarah?" Aiden asked. "Same question am about to ask you." She said. "Well trying to sketch out all in and out in the woods." Aiden said.

He found himself teasing back and smiling. “I might need a little convincing,” she said, and trailed a finger down his chest. “I should get to work, then,” he said, moving in to kiss her again. *** Stark naked, Sarah flipped through the sundresses in her closet of few clothes looking for one she haven’t worn or one that is perfectly seductive enough , There were a few that she had gotten from shopping with Stephanie and some that she packed just incase she needed to abstain from Drake and she picked through searching for something in her size.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Manhattan penthouse, casting long golden rays across the marble floors. Sarah sat curled up on the edge of the velvet settee, a book open on her lap, though she hadn't turned a page in nearly twenty minutes. Her mind wasn’t on the words; it was lost in the haze of Damon’s touch, his confessions, and the brutal truths they’d both unearthed.

Stefan didn't find her even in the lounge, an adjacent room, and also not also on the terrace where she usually goes to freshen her mind. 'Ahh, she many times sits on the single-seater hanging swing and reads books, she likes to read books the most whenever she is alone or wants some distraction.' 'Yes, some distraction, books.' A thought strike in Stefan's mind, and he ran to the small room adjacent to his study, which is actually like a small library formed by Sarah. Although she only picks the book from there and mostly sits in the open air and reads, still this is the place he should check.

This is a short introduction to all the essential Characters who are you going to read in this book further. Their looks will be discussed in the further chapters of the Novel. Enjoy reading, I hope you like it!! Sarah Brown - A 24-year-old woman who is jobless. She is the daughter of a rich woman Hannah Brown. She is very polite and of jolly nature but gets irritated or angry too easily. Emma Miller - A 24-year-old woman who is the president of the company The Ambition. A polite woman but hates her life.

She paused for a second, pulled her hair behind her ears so she could hear properly and when nothing came, she went back to finishing the business on her plate. Her three colleagues-turned-friends sitting with her on the table had stopped eating and were all looking at her with bemusement. When she finally cleared her plate, she heaved a sigh of relief, pulled the plate to the side and finally raised her head up. “I really hate skinny people,” the slightly plump Astridah remarked, shaking her head and looking at Natasha’s empty plate with indignation. “How can you eat so much and still stay that thin? It’s so unfair. Ine I put on weight just from smelling delicious food.”

Adele tried to reason with Sarah, but how could Sarah give up now when her dream man was right within her reach? “The redder the flag, the thriller the chase.” “Oh my God. You're insane!” Emily didn't know whether to cry or laugh. “This is that author's fault…what's her name again?” “Hassy_101.” Adele chirped. Sarah clapped with excitement. “There's an announcement on her fan page that she's going to release her next books soon! One’s a mafia story, the other’s a werewolf story, but she hasn’t decided which to write first. She’s letting the readers vote!” Sarah practically vibrated with excitement.