Starring Sally J. Freedman As Herself Novels & Stories

Sally’s face was distorted with the cruel smile plastered on her lips. Maia knew that she was gone. Sally had turned into something far more sinister. “Pablo, bring them out of their confinement!” Sally glared at Maia as she instructed. Pablo frowned at Sally, “What do you want to do?” “I want to give Cedric and Eddie a huge surprise! I’m sure they’ll love it!” Sally turned and walked into the office next door. Pablo looked at Sally’s back as his frown deepened. He sighed and instructed the bodyguards to bring the prisoners into the room next door.

She stopped walking and stared at her former maid, practically hearing her sincerity. Sally shook her head again. "I just couldn't stay away, my princess. I know these people hear abuse you because they don't know you. They only know the former king." Danika finally noticed the clothes Sally had on. Palace Slave's uniform. "Oh, Sally. What did you do?" She groaned miserably. Sally stared down at herself and grinned. "The cloth fits me none? I'll just tell madam Baski to change me another." "You know that isn't what I meant, Sally." Danika palmed her head, "Oh, dear, don't tell me you chose to be a palace slave?"

“No! That isn’t how it is!” Sally’s gaze was unfocused. She shook her head and could not accept how suddenly everything had collapsed. She looked around at the rebuking faces and the unblinking cameras. In the end, she fixed her venomous glare on me. “It’s you! You set me up! Chris, I don’t believe that you’re a woman!” Without a second thought, she lunged at me and clawed at my clothes. “I’m going to see for myself! I have to see it with my own eyes whether you’re a man or a woman!”

Priya bit the insides of her lips as she walked back into her room. **** “Sally, you still work here?” Sally’s lips curved slowly as she swayed her hips, her heels clicking softly against the floor while she approached him with practised confidence. “Yes, but not like before,” she said smoothly. “I only handle bookings now.” She tilted her head, pride glinting in her eyes. “I’m a star these days.” Massimo gave a brief nod, unimpressed. “Well,” she smiled, stopping directly in front of him, “you didn’t book me.”

“Thank you for letting me.” As the lights dimmed and the crew began to wrap up, Sally came closer and sat beside me. “I still can’t believe it,” she whispered. “That was like… a miracle.” “No,” I said, still staring at the screen. “That was a woman choosing not to stay silent. That was someone who could’ve watched me drown and instead threw me a rope.” Sally didn’t say anything, but I saw her eyes water as she pulled me into a deep hug, and the tears I’d been holding back fell onto her shoulder.

Russell immediately dismissed everyone and invited them inside. At that moment, Amber was feeling lost and anxious. The moment she saw Sally, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-you… What are you doing here?" she blurted out. Sally's face was ashen. Trembling, she replied in a shaky voice, "Ms. Sheppard, I… I was caught. It's all my fault for being useless." That statement was as good as a direct confession that told everyone in the room that Amber was the true mastermind.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

"I've come to play." The prisoners turned to stare at her, their eyes wide with shock and lust. There was a motley assortment of misfits and deviants – burly guards, lithe acrobats, and everything in between. But Sally didn't care about their pasts or their crimes. All she cared about was the way they looked at her, their gazes filled with hunger and desire. "Come to me, my pets," Sally commanded, beckoning them with a sinuous curl of her gelatinous form. "Let's see what you can do with a princess who's lost all her inhibitions."

Cradling the weeping woman, she allowed her own tears to flow and rocked Sally until both their tears dried in thick streaks down their cheeks. Blood from Sally’s nose soaked Elizabeth’s sleeve, but she made no move to pull away. Some things were more important than attire. She only wished she was not so powerless in this situation. She wished even harder to know why Dr. Jameson had not managed to secure their rescue. He certainly would have had ample time by now. “They beat me, miss,” Sally cried softly. “They ripped at me clothes an’ did things to me person that no man ought to do. Look,” she wailed as she lifted the shredded edge of her light weight muslin skirt, “they tore me skirts whil

But she hadn't gotten in touch with Tristan for a long time, so Sally had no reason to see her. Seconds later, Sally got out of the car. She was dressed in a light-colored fur and a pair of white knee-length boots with high heels, and her wavy hair made her look captivating as she strutted forward. Her appearance was enough to make any man fall in love with her at first sight. "Miss Jin, I didn't expect to run into you here after such a long time." Sally looked at her indifferently, as if nothing had happened between them in the past.