Baal X Sara Novels & Stories

Eden let go of my shirt and walked out of the room, slamming the door hard. She let out the breath she had been holding, I walked up to her and hugged her. “Sara, I want to ask you a question.” I let go, looking into her eyes. “What were you cursed with? You need to tell me everything so I can help you.” I said calmly. “I was not cursed with anything, Aaron.” She snapped. “Sara! You are sick! Can’t you see? You keep falling sick and we are worried because we don’t know what to do.” I replied, frustratingly.

"Get dressed. This doesn't seem good." Nodding, Balia searched for the bathroom and quickly dressed while still confused. What was happening? Why had Senna interrupted their moment together? She was glad that he had, but didn't he want her sleeping with him? Sighing, she tried to tie the ropes and remade her hair in the best way she could before she finally stepped out of the bathroom. Balia's eyes widened, and she gasped when she saw Smith pinned to the wall, blood oozing out of his face.

Sara was different. He knew Caleb would grill him later about this. Caleb liked nothing more than finding out about everyone’s business. He’d been accused of acting like some gossipy old woman more than once, but Caleb had just shrugged. It’s not my fault you guys think you can keep anything from me, he’d say. Now, sitting across from Sara, Harrison could make out both the creaminess of her skin and the dark circles underneath her eyes. But most of all, he admired how hard she’d fought—and continued to fight—for her son.

Shaun flashed Kisa a twisted grin and left without uttering a word. Sara's sins had caught up to her, and Shaun had strategically left a recorder in the room as irrefutable evidence. Armed with the incriminating recording, the police swiftly apprehended Sara. As they arrived, she collapsed to the floor, desperately clutching Gilbert's pant leg, her gut-wrenching sobs echoing through the room.

Sara begged, but Leon's expression Suddenly turned sour. “Your pride? You nearly gave it to me the second time we met. Or have you forgotten? That day in the bathroom, I saw it all. Just give me this chance and let me in your paradise so I too can have a taste of it.” Leon uttered. Sara knew she had made a terrible mistake. She shouldn't have allowed Leon that last time, now, he wants to use that incident to blackmail her.

If I had reached there even a minute earlier, I would have saved both Xyla and Angel. "They are already here. Get away from Brian. No.... don't do that... just keep your hand in the same direction, but remove your aura. They have covered Brian now," she replied to me, instructing me hurriedly. I took a deep breath and slowly removed my aura from Brian. To my relief, Brian's footing didn't falter, but I narrowed my eyes when I saw a very tiny purple bubble forming over Sarah's chest. "It's not Valerie," Beast mumbled, but I shook my head negatively.

“You didn’t make me mad, baby; I’m just concerned about you. I love you so much, Sara, don’t ever forget that.” “Sara?” Sara stiffens in my arms. I look at Bastian over her shoulder, and I can see that he has tears in his eyes. “Stella,” Sara sobs while turning into Bastian’s arms, and I can do nothing but watch the two of them as they sob openly. “Bashan,” Sara mumbles against him, making Bastian laugh through his tears. I slip away from the two of them, not wanting to intrude on a private moment.

I had just closed the last drawer when the door opened and Sara walked in. “I heard you wanted to talk to me,” she said, looking curious. I sat on the large bed, pulling my legs up to sit cross-legged. “Yeah, Bal and I have been talking. He says you’re buena gente and I can trust you.” Sara gave me a curious look. “You actively communicate? Like an actual conversation?” “Yes, he’s the little voice in my head telling me to burn things since before I can remember,” I replied, giving her a maniacal smile. To my surprise, Sara actually laughed.

“Let them work.” “I can’t find it,” one of them yelled back. “She’s bleeding from everywhere!” “No way is this just a gunshot,” another said. “I don’t care what it is,” Sara barked. “Stop the bleeding, find the bullet, or whatever the hell else is wrong with her. There is but a thread of life left.” Balric’s breath froze in his chest. He couldn’t lose her. Lowering his head, he did something he hadn’t done in centuries, since his son’s death, Balric prayed.

Saul brought out his phone to show her some pictures of max "Max went back to New York with his mother, the least I could do is show you his photos for now, you will get to meet him one day though" he said, Sara strolled through the photos and then gave him his phone back, "You and I grow up more alike than you can imagine you know, we both didnt grow up with a mother and always listened to our fathers, tell me, how did you manage to break free of your father's control over you?" She asked, Saul was silent for a moment, then he answered