Sarah Z Age Novels & Stories

My meat stick hurt and I couldn't wait for Rose's marshmallow-white breasts to squeeze it so she could suck on it. I was sure that Sarah was just being jealous. Sarah was the daughter of my father's second-in-command, Beta Negan. She was twenty-three years old and had yet to find a partner. Though Sarah was considered beautiful in New Moon Pack, she was no match for Rose. Sarah was rumored to have a crush on the Alpha of Sunset Pack, but I didn't think much of it because I had experienced Sarah's sexual prowess.

And he will come and sit and chat. "Nick Bradly? Wow, you have changed. How are you?" Sarah asks. Nick stops in his tracks as he looks at Sarah. He knows her. She used to take his best friend, Chase. He did not even spot her because she had turned older. The clothing she wears is much too young for her, and it will be based on her to get clothing fitting her age. She reminds him a lot of Amanda, except that Amanda looks a little better than Sarah. "Sarah Harper, what brings you here? I hope you're not looking for Chase because Chase is involved with someone else," Nick says.

"She is OK; you are the one acting like an arrogant wolf!" Rosalie retorted. Sarah burst into laughter. She was 17 years old and stunning. She exuded self-assurance like any other strong, alpha female. Rosalie introduced herself to Sarah with courtesy and enthusiasm, saying, "I am happy to meet you, Sarah, and I hope you will join me for the next hunt." "It is forbidden for me to participate in the hunt until I reach the age of 18. I am 17 now. However, there is still one year left." She let out a sigh.

She agreed. "Pretty young?" Sarah's thin accent filled my ears. "Yes! That is way too early," I admitted. "It is early, but not way too early," Sarah laughed. "I was nineteen then, about to enter the University of Ibadan, and my parents said I was too young to get married to your father. And he also wanted me to get a degree like my parents desired. He didn't want to mess up my future."

She gestured vaguely at herself, like that explained everything. "It's okay. Really," I assured her. "You don't have to thank me for that." "I'm Sarah, by the way," she said, stretching out her hand far and fast for me to shake. It was adorable. So obviously, I took the offered hand, returning her shy smile, “Sarah, huh? Nice to meet you.” “Yup, that’s me. Sarah Mitchell. I'm a junior, so it’s my third-year suffering through Westbrook's special brand of hell." She laughed, through it had a sad tinge to it.

The city has a rich and dark history, filled with legends of vampires and supernatural creatures. That was what terrified Sarah the most; that perhaps those legends were true, she did not imagine being devoured by a legion of vampires, and that her poor body lay cold and dry, in some unknown place, that death was not something she wanted for her. Sarah is a twenty-five-year-old girl with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. She has large, expressive hazel eyes and a shy smile that is rarely shown. She is an intelligent and hard-working woman, with a reserved but curious personality.

She has some serious guts ! As Zakariah opened the door and laid eyes on Sarah, a whirlwind of emotions swept through him. It was her, unmistakably so, despite the passage of time etched upon her features. Her hair, once familiar to him, now cascaded around her shoulders, longer and perhaps more lustrous than he remembered. She had gained some weight, he noted, a subtle change that only served to accentuate her beauty. Yet, beneath the surface, he could see the weariness etched into her expression, a testament to the trials she had endured.

Philip Sarah, my ex-wife, is now entangled with Bronn Martin. From Amir Benner to a computer software developer, she seems to have a penchant for wealthy men, a fact that stirs a deep-seated fury within me. She still retains a youthful allure, with her sophisticated, wavy brown hair cascading down her back. It struck me that she is now twenty-three, no longer the young teenager who once stood beside me in marriage. Her skin seemed to radiate under the gentle washroom lighting, and she was draped in a seductive dark dress that tempted sinful thoughts.

The young Afghan woman shakes her head and smiles. - No problem, ma'am. – she says, placing the food on Saphira's table almost at the same time Saphira's food arrived, accompanied by hot tea. - It seems we have the same taste in food. – the woman says, laughing. She holds out her hand and says – my name is Sarah, and I am an aerospace engineer at NASA. - Wow! That's a big job. You must be very intelligent. Sarah laughs. I'm not exactly a genius. If I were one, I wouldn't have gone without a vacation for five years, and I was already married. I'm 35 years old, almost too old to have children—not that I want to have children—Sarah chuckles.

"So wait, you think this will help Mitch get a move on with the wedding?" I ask Sarah with a small laugh as I enter the elevator. "How could it not? I'll technically be in a wedding dress?!" Sarah responds with a short giggle, having just finished telling me about her halloween plans. Dressing up as a zombie bride, to try and bring back wedding talks between her and Mitch.