Novel & Cerita Sarah Sundin Books

“Haven’t gotten past the first chapter yet. And from that I would say it’s chick-lit at the most.” Gloomily staring at the front page, Sarah was obviously wondering how often Wendy came by to drop something off or pick something up. “Can I look at it?” she asked with what looked like a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Sure!” Jack nodded encouragingly and turned back to his computer. Behind him Sarah had started flipping through the pages. Suddenly she stopped. “Oh-my-God!”she breathed, barely suppressing a giggle. Jack whisked around, frowning. “What?”

Sarael displayed a few knick-knacks on a shelf with her book collection. Her books were the most interesting thing she had. She had a large assortment. I can tell she’s read a few romance novels plenty of times, given the wear on their binding. Then she had some classics, horror, mystery, and thriller novels. But most of her collection was on the supernatural and history. It seems you can take the woman out of the hunter guild, but you can’t take the hunter out of the woman. When she exited her room, I smelled her before she called out to me. I’d been trying to keep Irving in check before I turned around. And wow. I knew she was gorgeous, but I don’t think I was prepared for her to dress up,

One hour later, after helping the woman whose name she just found was Anne, Sarah took the notepad and pen which she had asked her earlier and entered the study room. She absolutely loved it! It was a moderate room with a small table accompanied by a chair in the middle. There were two huge shelves filled with books on both sides of the room. Sitting on the chair, facing the window which overlooked a mountain, Sarah let out a happy sigh. It was such a beautiful scenery and at last, she could write down the feelings which had been troubling her since yesterday.

CLYVE “WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller. I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

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.

Comecei a frequentar a biblioteca municipal, onde lia sobre espiritismo, feitiçaria e contato entre almas vivas e não vivas, enfim, tudo o que pudesse ajudar a salvar Sander. Ficava tão absorta na leitura que nem me apercebia que despertara a atenção de alguém. Era um homem, sentava-se ao fundo da biblioteca, fingindo ler o jornal. Vestia uma capa castanha, apesar do imenso calor que fazia nesses dias. Era robusto, usava uma barba que lhe enchia quase toda a cara e trazia sempre um chapéu de cor cinza.

“To growth. And emotional composure. And Greg.” Ariana rolled her eyes but clinked her glass anyway. “I’m not dating Greg.” “Yet,” Sarah and Emily said in unison. “Seriously, you two need hobbies,” Ariana laughed. “Oh, we have one,” Sarah grinned. “It’s your love life.” ⸻ Sunday afternoon, Ariana found herself at a bookstore downtown—something she used to do all the time but had somehow forgotten about over the years. She wandered through the aisles aimlessly, fingers trailing over the spines of books she didn’t know she missed.

“Your cousin—well, I know you see him often and don’t think much of it, but he’s a top-tier catch. He’s the chairman of Sanders Corp, after all. Whenever I go to events, the other ladies are practically lining up to introduce their daughters. This time, I just put out the word and got dozens of photos sent my way. These are the cream of the crop.” Sarah smiled politely and nodded. Honestly, after what happened with Sydney last time, she’d thought Mrs. Sanders would be screaming at her the moment they crossed paths again. She’d clearly underestimated the woman’s ability to keep up appearances. Even just flipping through those photos made the minutes feel like hours. She silently prayed Melvin

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.

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.