Sarah Z Age Novels & Stories

"You have always been years ahead of your age in terms of your maturity. Besides, we’re all adults here. There are no minors." I frowned in response and she squeezed my hand even tighter. "Trust me. You are fucking gorgeous, smart, and in the best shape of your life. He is an idiot for passing up someone like you," Sarah concluded, sounding very sure of herself. "He probably wants me to 'act' my age," I said, looking down. "Whatever that means." "Then maybe you should do exactly that," Sarah encouraged. "Show him what he is missing out on." "What are you saying?" My eyes widened as I grasped the possibility of what she could have meant.

"Why are they looking for me?" Before I can explain, Sarah hit my head hard. "You didn't tell me she was 4 years old! What the-" she paused then glanced at the little girl then looked back at me. She continued to yell, "- the donkey Kong do you want with a 4-year-old girl?" "Actually it's 5 now," the mother interjects as she stands between us and her daughter. Sarah turns her attention to the mother. Sarah smiles apologetically. "I'm so sorry but can you give us a minute thank you," She says as she pulls my arm toward her. Zack gave me the same look that Sarah was giving me.

Author's Pov 3 Years Later "Ready?" Bella appeared smiling at her sister who nervously gazed at the mirror shaking her head. "I am scared," Sarah whispered making Bella chuckle lowly. She walked near her tensed sister before placing her palms over her shoulders and looking through the mirror. "You look so beautiful," Bella mumbled feeling tears in her eyes not able to believe that it was finally the time that her sister was going to get married. Sarah was going to get married today and finally will become someone's wife. Being 23 she knew she was quite young to get married, but after her masters, her would-be husband didn't want to wait any longer. He proposed to her and finally giving up sh

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”

I ask, crawling up onto the bed and sitting next to her. “As long as James moved here. So, about a year and a half?” I watch her as she sips her tea and tilts her head back in relief. When she looks back over at me, I smile at her. Sarah is beautiful in an understated way. Her eyes are brown, almost hazel whereas mine are a striking blue. She always pulls her dark wavy hair up into a ponytail, and her face is smooth and bare of any makeup. It’s not that she needs it though, makeup would overwhelm her natural beauty.

On the ID is a twenty-one years old Penelope Macklemore with curly red hair. Sarah had drowsily walked into my room assuming it was hers. Who could believe sixteen years old Sarah went clubbing with a fake ID. Penelope Macklemore's ID added a stamp to the fact that Sarah went clubbing back in Britain too. And I'm certain she'd been doing it for a year or so. Sarah is untamed, a wild girl in disguise. I'm wondering if I can wake her up, or go call one of her siblings to come get her out of my room. But a part of me instructs me not to.

and I'm all alone now. And till then I've never tried myself to associate with others again, because I'm afraid I can make the same mistakes again. And since then without my parents I feel like I'm not complete anymore.. -Sarah

But now, there wasn’t even a scar. Unless... she hadn’t married James yet? But then why was Zachary here? “What day is it today?” she asked suddenly. Zachary looked at his phone. “October 15. You’re a junior in college.” Junior year? Sarah whipped around and looked at the front gate of Adams University. Over the years, it had been renovated twice. But this was the original design—the one she remembered when she first enrolled. A sharp pain struck her head. She began slapping the sides of her temples, trying to clear the fog. Then it hit her—those strange photos she had seen. The ones of her and Zachary, looking exactly like this.

ARIA'S POV Sarah Mendoza's office smelled like coffee and lavender. The kind of scent meant to calm people down before their lives got torn apart on paper. I sat in the chair across from her desk and tried not to pick at my cuticles but I failed. "Thanks for seeing me so quickly," I said. Sarah smiled. She was maybe forty, with dark hair pulled back and glasses that made her look both kind and sharp. Photos of two kids lined her desk. A pride flag pin sat on her blazer lapel.

She held out her hand, revealing her ring finger. What a beautiful diamond. “Mr. Raymond is my husband.” Sarah's smile grew prettier. Her tone of voice also became more spoiled when mentioning Mr. Raymond's name. Honestly, Sarah's words left me flabbergasted. “Seriously, are you married?” Sarah shook her hand in front of me. The diamond disturbed my mind. “You think this ring is an ordinary accessory?” She smiled a small smile that felt so warm. Sarah is still very young. From the employee data, she would be 22 years old. So I never expected her to be married. Plus, the person who became her husband was a man much older than her.