The Retreat Sarah Pearse Novels & Stories

Just in case. Sarah’s attention shifted past me, back to Rhea, and her expression softened a little. “We should go back,” she said gently. Rhea nodded, but there was still tension in the way she held herself as she walked past me and headed toward the estate. She didn’t even look back. That left me standing there alone, my fingers slowly brushing over my lips as they curved into a faint, almost pathetic smile. Just as I turned to head back inside, after all, I was still a guest and the event wasn’t over, I barely took a step before I caught sight of a small, familiar figure approaching, and my eyes widened in recognition.

Third Person POV “Welcome back to the school, Sarah,” Miss Laurence, head of the board, said as she handed Sarah her curriculum and dorm keys. “You were missed. Let’s try to do better this time around.” “Yes, mam,” Sarah said with a broad smile. “I won’t let you down. I truly apologize for my behavior previously.” “I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” she said in return, eyeing Sarah carefully. Sarah had to admit that she was dreading apologizing to Sheryl. But that was the deal. She could return

Moira checked that all four of Sarah’s squad were down, called out for retreat, and took off in the woods toward the northern edge of the territory with the others following closely behind. With the end of the fighting, Pratap came forward with the scarves and clothes for the trainees. Another of the nearby refs joined him to tend to the one who had fainted while he got the other three checked out. Sarah was the worst off, though one of the others had a nasty blow to his head. “Having a wolf tackle you into a tree as you run can do that,” his wolf chuckled, reliving the chaos of the fight. Pratap notified Adrian these two would likely need to be checked out by the medics and that the one who

she concluded, dropping the box on the bed. "A ball? And what does that has to do with me! Bethel stated,matter of factly. "Bethel look,this is no time for argument. I have to get you ready now,sir Harry hates lateness" Sarah said, bethel smiled and sat on the chair as instructed. She will be leaving this mansion. This is her chance to escape. Her chance to escape Harry. She is going to run away. She will get a chance to leave the party before Harry notices her absence.

He said it like he could make it true just by believing it hard enough. Marcus was shouting orders from the back of the theater, retreating fast now that the tide had turned, his guards covering his withdrawal in a tight, practiced formation. Sarah was advancing instead, voice sharp and clear despite everything, ordering her men to pin down the theater's exits, to box in whatever was left of Marcus's crew.

The tension in the air is palpable, and the pack waits for Sarah's explanation with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. Arnold, still recovering from his injuries, struggles to stand with my help. Turning to face Sarah, he demands an explanation, his voice a blend of authority and curiosity. “Sarah, how did you help me escape?” Arnold's body bears the weight of his injuries as he attempts to rise, and I instinctively lend a supportive hand, doing my best to help him stand despite the significant difference in our sizes. With a collective gasp, the pack's attention turns to Sarah, his ex-mate who had once betrayed us. Arnold, now on his feet, shifts his focus to her, his expression a mix of inq

The Aftermath – A New Future, A Lingering Past Sarah retreated from the front door of Fraser's, her heart pounding in her ears. She'd dreamed to herself for months that she might possibly be able to fix what she'd broken. That she could win him back. But now? Now, she knew more. She'd been too late. Fraser's moved on. And not with someone. With Tressa. A woman as clever, as cunning, as smart as Sarah used to be.

That was when hurried footsteps were heard coming from the warehouse door. "Mr. Chapman! Mr. Chapman!" His assistant, Charlie, ran in breathlessly with a middle-aged man in a suit following behind. It was the security consultant hired by the company, Greg Walsh. The first thing Greg saw upon entering the warehouse was the crowd around the security footage. His face fell when he saw me standing by it.

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

"Not at all, but you must have really given Armo a lot of trouble for him to tag you one." "How do you know this?" Sarah asked in surprise now. "How do you even know Armo at all?" "Renata bought me from the convent too," she replied. "And I am really glad to be out of that hell hole." "I caused the death of some of my friends while trying to escape," Sarah said sadly now. "It was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I wish I could take back the hands of time, Anita and Gladys would still be alive."