Gravity Sara Cate 소설 & 이야기

“You have bewitched him. That's the only explanation. You used some dark spell, some cursed magic to sink your claws into him!" "I have no magic.” Sara said quietly. "I don't even have a wolf." Karissa stepped in closer, jabbing a finger hard into Sara’s chest. “Say whatever you want. I don’t care,” she snapped. “I’ll prove it. You’re not normal and when I do, you’ll burn for what you’ve done.” Sara watched her storm off, heels clicking against the floor with fury. She sighed and entered her room, shutting the door behind her. Her hands trembled slightly, but she managed to stay upright.

By using the sofa to support my weight, standing became easy. But when it came to walking...... I stumbled forward, losing my balance. My mind blanked out for a second, feeling as gravity constantly pulled me to the floor - powerless to even hinder it from happening. I shut my eyes, trying to brace for impact. But instead,i felt a strong arm slip through my waist; holding me in place, just in time before i could fall down face flat. "Geez, Selene!. Are you okay?" - Richard's deep voice was filled with worry.

Elegant gowns, suitcases, shoes, and decorations were scattered across the room. “Come inside, Mia,” the woman said with a smile. Serah tugged gently at my arm and whispered, “Sister, what is going on?” “I don’t know, Serah. I’m just as surprised as you are,” I replied softly, still scanning the room in disbelief. “Serah and Mia, here are your dresses. Please wear them,” the woman continued, handing us each a box. “And by the way, I’m Catherine. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”

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.

Nobody backs down as we both glare at each other. But suddenly I get distracted by someone calling him from behind. "Sir, your morning coffee." Rita says cheerfully, with a ten-megawatt smile on her face. I look at her black stilettos, tight pencil skirt, fitting blouse with the first two buttons undone for ventilation. Then I look up to her face, again her lipstick is out of her lips. "Oh, Hi Ethan. How was your first day?" She asks me sweetly while cutely batting her fake eyelashes at me.

She moaned around him, sucking greedily, swirling her tongue to clean every inch. Mr. Vance groaned and fisted her hair, pushing her head down further. “That’s it. Deeper, you cock-hungry little bitch. Gag on the dick that’s going to decide if you get this job.” Sara forced herself lower, taking more of his thick length until the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged loudly, saliva dripping down her chin, but she didn’t pull back. Tears pricked her eyes as she bobbed her head, sucking noisily, desperate to please him.

Her power surged forward, sharp and uncontrolled. The room responded instantly. Energy flared outward— Then slammed back into her. The force hit her chest and threw her off her feet. She hit the ground hard, air rushing from her lungs in a sharp gasp. Silence followed. Heavy. Unmoving. Darius didn’t step forward. He didn’t offer help. He just watched. Aria stayed down for a moment, her breathing uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast. Then she let out a short, bitter laugh and forced herself back up.

Sara's POV "I, Richardson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Sara Tierra , as my mate and Luna of this pack," I heard Richardson 's voice reach my ear, and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.