Sarah Sundin Books Novels & Stories

“Your cousin—well, I know you see him often and don’t think much of it, but he’s a top-tier catch. He’s the chairman of Sanders Corp, after all. Whenever I go to events, the other ladies are practically lining up to introduce their daughters. This time, I just put out the word and got dozens of photos sent my way. These are the cream of the crop.” Sarah smiled politely and nodded. Honestly, after what happened with Sydney last time, she’d thought Mrs. Sanders would be screaming at her the moment they crossed paths again. She’d clearly underestimated the woman’s ability to keep up appearances. Even just flipping through those photos made the minutes feel like hours. She silently prayed Melvin

“Oh….I guess, if you want, but you can’t put it inside of me.” I rubbed my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them open. I’d been with hundreds of women, all shapes and sizes, and Sarah really did have the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. It stuck up in the air, a perfect heart shape, calling to me. “Put your head down and stick your ass out. I need a better angle.”

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

“Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.” “Very good, Evelina,” an amused voice said with a mock clap. And when I looked at the form standing in the doorway to the dimly lit room I let out a shriek of surprise. Standing before me was Sarah, the very woman who had tried to kill us in my vision. A/n: NEw year's resolution: FINISH THIS BOOK WITHIN 15 DAYS. Also,signups open for my book 1001 Nights with the Lycan King, it is a fairy tale retelling of 1001 Arabian nights . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Mike, Renz, and Stevan take Milla and her grandmother to their house. Laura shook her head. "I have some things to attend to, Sarah. I'm sorry." She left and Sarah started crying. Why doesn't she want to tell the contents of that book that the enemy can use against her son? "Sarah..." "Tell me what you know, please, Sorin." Sorin watched her for a long time, then sighed. "I'll tell you what comes after what you just read."

Most of the females were at least partly nude, and each held what appeared to be a labeled star. But when she looked at Vasilisa, she saw a look of confusion on her face as she flipped through the brownish pages. And they soon discovered that the problem was the sorceress couldn't read her own handwriting —and not in a funny way. "Damn it, someone has cast a spell on my book. I can't see anything." Cassandra glanced at one of the tall windows and realized that the sun had risen over the horizon, and a new day had started without her knowing it. She gasped in panic. If her foster family discovered that she had sneaked out, they would hang her upside down by the foot.

"But you have to promise me you'll stay in California until then, Sarah. It's not that much longer." Sarah felt an uneasiness settle in her stomach, but nothing could take away the joy of what she'd just heard. The smile was still pasted to her face, and she felt the lump in her throat again. This time it was joy that had her choked up, an emotion that had been so foreign to her all week. "Okay, Mom," she smiled "whatever you want." ~~~ Carina was a tall busty girl with blond hair, not at all what Sarah would have thought was Sydney's type. But the girl loved her music, and that alone could have Sydney talking for hours.

Her body was a masterpiece of fertility: massive, milk-swollen breasts, a full rounded belly, wide hips, and an ass that still craved the roughest treatment. A new venom entered our lives: a rival consortium led by a previously unknown half-sister named Seraphina. She was 26, lethal in beauty and ambition, demanding not just money but control and participation in the inner circle. The summit was held in our private mountain retreat. Tension crackled. Seraphina arrived with her own entourage, eyes devouring Elena and me.

Taking her bath, and putting on a white t-shirt and shorts knickers, Sara strolled down the hallway with her bags on cloud nine, as she kept thinking of Christian, and the events that led to it all, she was so lost in thought she didn't know when she bumped into Dinah and her gang again. Talk of meeting the devil, Sara cursed inwardly as she bent to pick up her books that had fell of her bags, as she made to do so, Dinah placed her foot on one of the books, and squeezed it so hard, it nearly tore, looking up at her, Sara was about to speak when she interrupted her by saying- "What were you thinking of that had you smiling like a goofy little fool, and also made you blind you couldn't see us

Poor Belinda! TO BE CONTINUED...