Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

“I heard every word you whispered to Lilith, and now we all know who’s behind this mess. You wanted to sabotage me. To push me out of the company.” Lilith’s face twisted with contempt as she glanced between us, her rage bubbling over. “You’ll regret this, all of you,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous. “I won’t forget your insolence, Sarah. And you, Isabel.” Sarah, calm and composed, met Lilith’s gaze with unwavering poise. “Threats don’t intimidate me, Lilith. Actions do.” Without waiting for a response, Sarah slipped her arm through mine. Her touch was reassuring as she led me toward the staircase. Each step down felt like a weight lifting, like a spell breaking.

She discreetly pointed towards Louis, her eyes filled with curiosity and ambition. Sarah glanced at Louis, a fleeting expression of admiration and respect crossing her face. She took a sip of her wine, contemplating her response. "That's Louis Morris, one of the most influential figures in the upper class. He owns the Bloom Corporation." Emma's fingers tightened around her glass, her mind captivated by her revenge plan. "The Bloom Corporation? Louis Morris? He's my perfect target," she whispered to herself. However, Sarah sensed the hidden intentions behind Emma's curiosity. "Emma, I understand your desires, but be cautious," Sarah cautioned, her tone filled with concern. "Louis is a powerfu

The warlock releases some twine that wraps around my ankle and starts to drag me slowly across the floor. I hear Jack and Lucas frantically yelling at Miranda to bring down the barrier. She ignores them, focusing on me, “You know what to do Sarah,” she yells over the men shouting at her. I know what to do, but I am not ready yet. I need to be in a better position to use my secret weapon.

Layla was the first to wake up, she saw Sarah tied up next to her, Layla's face was full of panic, and she called out loudly to Sarah. "Sarah! Sarah! Wake up, did you hear what I said?" Layla was quite scared to be locked in this room, it was very dark, and there was a lot of dust. Looking like an abandoned warehouse, Layla glanced around, but she couldn't find any exits except the large door.

That was the plan and Sarah was sadly the core of it. Sarah took a long glance down the staircase below her then wrapped a hand around herself as she begun to descend whilst her eyes casted from one direction to the next. There was barely any light in the room, so Sarah could hardly even see. How did Damon plan to punish Alexis in such a dark place? Then again, he was a werewolf, his eyesight might still be perfect even in the dark. But just as Sarah stepped down the last stair, a deep rumble pulled her from her thoughts.

Talia calls out, and I swear, I could choke on my spit if I were the one who's in control of my body. "Yes," Lazarus and Lenox say in unison, eyeing each other with suspicion. "I'm blocking the pain for now, but there won't be enough of me for longer than three hours, so I have an idea of how to ease it for her. And don't worry, I've been in her head for long enough to know she will enjoy this. My plan is simple: since Sarah won't approach the playroom for a while, but I know she's a spicy little thing, let's go out in the wild. Play some game of chase- she runs, and the two of you hunt her down. Then, whoever catches her can have his way with her." Talia cheers and walks past Lazarus.

She laughed sarcastically and gripped my hand with her extremely cold hand "You're dead already" "No! She is still living" Liam's voice came from the darkness and the next second, Sarah flew across the room involuntarily "Let's go" Liam said and got hold of my hand We ran out of the room and Sabrina joined us while carrying a backpack and a sword "Your highness, you might need this" she said and handed me the sword "What of Darcy?" I asked "With his highness" Liam replied "She, Tanner and his highness are distracting them away from us" Sabrina added

--- In my dream, the packhouse hall stretched before me again, empty and cold. A shadow moved. Sarah. Her eyes glowed with a sickening fire as she stepped into the light. In her hand gleamed a knife, wicked and sharp. “No!” I screamed, but my voice cracked, echoing uselessly into the void. Before I could reach him, she was already at his side—Williams frozen, unaware—her blade pressed to his throat. “Stop!” I begged, but Sarah only smiled. The knife sliced. Blood spilled. Williams’ body crumpled before me, lifeless.

She asks me if I need any drink but I decline. I sit and continue looking around. Five minutes later, I hear footsteps and I instinctively turn towards the sound. Another middle aged woman with brown hair and honey brown eyes dresses in an elegant yellow dress comes towards me and I immediately recognize her from the files. Sarah Williams. She's Leonardo's paternal grandmother. She owns her own clothing line called 'Pretty Ladies' and has had it for twenty five years. Her husband death was caused by a cardiac arrest ten years ago and since then she's only been seen with one man for almost a year but broke up a few months ago.

"Let me do this." Elena looked at her. At the silver ring, steady in her eyes. At the certainty in her face that wasn't recklessness — it was assessment, the same assessment Elena would have made, the same process arriving at the same conclusion. She let go of her arm. "Sarah," Elena said. "Ready the packet." "It's ready," Sarah said. "Has been for thirty seconds." Maya found the labyrinth the way she found all her abilities now — by paying attention to where it already was, which was always closer than she expected.