Sarah The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

and like that the hooded figure disappeared. The lady leaned silently on to the tree for a while before she took the pill. Her body glows black. But everything comes with a cause. The lady felt her body being torn apart. Her eyes became shade black. She wanted to shout. So loudly, but she dares not. Her flesh is torn like bugs eating off her skin. Then the glow stopped,and just like that her body returned back to normal. Breathing hard. She got up and she touched her face. Feeling content, she smiled broadly looking at the sky, the sun setting down already. “Sarah. What are you planning?” The lady who happens to be Sarah's classmate. The one who Sarah finds being uncomfortable around her. An

She held a heavy, iron butcher”s cleaver in her hand, the blade caked with dried, dark stains. She looked at the locket in Cattley”s hand, then at the bodies in the street, and she began to laugh”a dry, hacking sound that had no humor in it. "I'm Sarah," the woman said, stepping into the moonlight. She looked at Cattleya with eyes that held the same terrifying, hollow awareness that Cattleya felt behind her own. "I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself."

Suddenly her phone rang, it was Lisa Edwards. Lisa, a girl with long black hair up to the middle of her back and Super twinkling light black eyes is the only friend of Sarah, She is short in height and has a fair colour. Sarah knows her for two years when she went to her hospital to get the treatment for the first time. She had her reasons to get treatment but after that, they became friends, or if more precisely they became best friends. 'Hey Lisa, Wassup?' Asked Sarah joyfully. But all her joyfulness washed away when Lisa said with full excitement,

Sarah’s story Sarah went on a journey not far from London, in Dunsfold, Surrey just to ensure her diabolical plan would go on flawlessly. She didn’t expect though to not find her friend from childhood. For her, it was frustrating going from door to door knocking and being greeted by someone she did not know. Actually this was her last chance to make a difference. Lately she belived that Adam was being secretive and she didnt like it one bit. So she had to take some measures. And who to turn to if not James Powell her childhood accomplice.

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."

SARA My walk with Harlan outside Alpha Tristan's territory was my first genuine step toward reclaiming a sense of self since I was dragged back here. It felt undeniably good to be outside—to feel the sharp, cool breeze against my face and the warmth of the setting sun on my back. For those few hours, I didn't feel like a possession; I felt alive.

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

And sitting on its back, looking down at us with a look of pure, insane joy, was Sarah. She wasn't a girl anymore. She was a cyborg—half flesh, half machine. Her blue eyes were replaced by glowing red sensors. "Sister!" she screeched. "You're late for the party! Fenris has been talking about you for ten centuries! He said you’d be the one to finally finish the machine!" "Sarah, stop this!" I shouted. "Stop?" She laughed, a sound of grinding metal. "I’m just getting started! Fenris needs a heart to power the final stage of the Eclipse. And your 'White Fire' is exactly what he’s been missing!"

Her dark eyes watch me intently. “I heard something in the woods,” I answer her. “You don’t think someone is watching us do you?” She asks nervously. Sarah is our resident scaredy-cat. Literally. She is a beautiful, regal tiger who is afraid of everything outside of our pack. She fears the day the humans discover our secret and come for her sweet little Al, who is all of 5 years old. I sigh heavily and walk over to her, placing my hand on her shoulders. “There is nothing there to fear, Sarah. It was just a deer.”

I moved the scaff that I wore to cover my bruise "See..." she chuckled "Don't tell me you finally lost your virginity" "What!? No.....I..." wait a minute......Nothing happened last night....right? "Anyways chuck it. let's go" She linked her arm with mine "We're getting late to class" Sarah is my only friend since childhood. We met when I was around 6, crying in an empty street holding my knees, I don't remember much but I guess I had injured my knees and was crying in pain and that was when.....I saw her. A pale skinny girl, with high pony, licking the lollipop and looking at me with those emarald blue eyes. She is a beta. The second highest category in werewolf family.