sadie newton

Two lonely lost and abused souls. Find each other in a world no one understood. Jacob Coleman is the town, golden boy. He is everything his father wants him to be. Only He doesn't want to be the golden boy, but against what he believes. He bows down to his father and does what everyone expects of him. Sadie, a lost young girl with a hidden truth about herself. Forced to believe she is mentally unstable. She lives her life in secret. She is beautiful and sweet, but don't upset her because what she becomes can be dangerous to your life. She doesn't mean for these things to happen and most of the time it is out of her control. Her family has to move to prevent her from her problems she keeps leaving behind her. Then their worlds collide and they are forced together. Sadie finally meets Jacob, someone she is wanting to trust, but his secrets are hard for her to read. Jacob can't understand why he is so drawn to her. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on and her character is driving him wild. Sadie has a secret, a gift she has had all her life a gift that has keeps her a prisoner and all she wants is to be free. All he wants to do is be by her side, but that is not going to be easy for either of them. They both come from different worlds and their worlds want to tare them apart.

They are coming.Hollyn Parker is running for her freedom. For her life. Born and raised in a community that subjects her to the worst kinds of horrors, she must escape, or she will die.Thrust into a world that is so unlike her own, she finds herself in another prison. At least this one has a set of sexy triplets willing to help her. But the haven they offer isn’t without its own perils.When her old life catches up to her, she must make a choice. Save the men who have sheltered her. Or trust them when they say they can handle her past.Circle of the Stars is created by Sadie Jacks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'

Healing others is killing her.Kiema Feuer needs to disappear. Trapped by her parents so they can use her healing magic for their own purposes, Kiema is more prisoner than daughter. But when the cost of escape could mean her life, she’s willing to risk everything to live the life she wants.Her one chance at freedom pits her against the sexy as sin Ransom Kolefni, a man with plans—and magic—of his own. With her window of escape quickly closing, she’s caught between following her heart or a slim chance of survival.Will Kiema be able to trust the man who’s brought her to life? Or will she long for the days of imprisonment?Iron Serpent Chronicles is created by Sadie Jacks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Mafia: bad guys or heroes?Fierce, loyal, savage, brave. The Amatucci Family controls New Trenadie with an iron fist and they do what needs to be done to protect their own – no matter the cost. You live by their rules, or you die by them. Willow Chase is the adopted daughter of Maria and Angelo Amatucci. Broken by a life she didn’t choose, she finds refuge in the family who saved her. But when that new life is threatened, Ryker Penn – billionaire tech mogul – gets a firsthand introduction to the family who rules his city. New allegiances will form and cause a ripple effect that will be felt by each member of the family. Arturo, Talia, Domenico, Massimo, and Raphael will have their lives tossed upside down and inside out. The women and men brave enough to love them will test their loyalty and their tempers. Lies will be told and secrets will be revealed in this connected series of white-hot passion, bravery, and taking chances when everything inside you tells you to save yourself.

I lose a kidney after an accident, but my one-year-old son dies on the spot. The months after the accident are when I'm most depressed, but my CEO husband is by my side day and night as he cares for me. However, in the fifth year of our marriage, I overhear Yoel Lawson's conversation with a doctor. "It's bad enough that you deliberately orchestrated that accident to have Felicity's kidney transplanted in Rosa's body, but you even accidentally caused your child's death. Aren't you afraid Felicity will lose her mind when she finds out?" "We've lost our son, but we can always have another child. Rosie would've died without that kidney. I gave up my happiness to make it up to Felicity, didn't I? I'll make her conceive again this year—she'll be happier than anything else." Yoel's indifferent voice makes my head spin. I feel like I've been struck by lightning. It turns out he didn't spend all day at the hospital after my accident because of me—he was there to care for Rosa Shaw, his true love. I don't want to have another child with him. I don't even want him anymore.

“Sign the contract and your heart, body and soul will forever be mine,” Adonis said, a wicked glint in his eyes. *** I saw the signs coming, but I was blinded by love, and the desire to believe that my marriage was as perfect as it seemed. That all came crashing down when I found my husband in bed with my cousin. The man I thought I knew was a monster. He shattered my heart, my dreams and my life. But I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I was going to make him pay. He had taken everything away from me, and now was my turn to return the favor. That was when I devised a plan to bring his empire crashing down around him. I would get close to his half-brother, Adonis Sandoval, a man as cold and ruthless as the devil himself. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. My ex-husband would pay for what he’d done to me, and Adonis Sandoval would be the instrument of his downfall. But it wasn't going to be that easy. Adonis was no fool; he was as dangerous and cunning as they say. But he stirred a desire in me I thought I’d buried, igniting my passion. As we grew closer, my plan for revenge blurred, but I couldn’t forget why I was here. I had already handed my soul to the devil on a contract, and the path I’d chosen was a dark one, but I was no longer afraid of the shadows. I would get my revenge. But at what cost?

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

Le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage, la « muse » de mon mari a posté une échographie d’un fœtus sur Facebook, accompagnée d’un texte : « Merci à cet homme extraordinaire qui m’a soutenue pendant dix ans et m’a offert un fils. » J’ai failli m’évanouir en voyant ça, mais j’ai quand même laissé un commentaire : « Tu as eu un fils avec lui tandis que tu sais qu’il est marié ? » Quelques minutes plus tard, mon mari m’a appelée, furieux : « Tu vois le mal partout ! Je ne fais que lui prêter mon sperme pour une FIV. Elle voulait juste être maman célibataire. » Puis il a ajouté : « En plus, Réa est tombée enceinte du premier coup. Toi, tu as essayé trois fois et toujours rien. Ton ventre ne sert à rien ! » Trois jours avant, il m’avait dit qu’il partait à l’étranger pour affaires. Il ne répondait ni à mes appels ni à mes messages. Je pensais qu’il était occupé. Mais non. Il était avec elle pour son rendez-vous de suivi de grossesse. Une demi-heure plus tard, Réa a partagé une photo d’un festin. « Marre de la cuisine au Pays M. Et Luc a cuisiné pour moi, tout ce que j’aime ! » Je regardais les résultats de ma prise de sang confirmant ma grossesse, mes mains tremblantes, alors que ma joie se transformait en désespoir glacé. Huit ans d’amour fou. Six ans de compromis douloureux après le mariage. Cette fois, c’est fini. Je lâche tout.