Ibu Sarada Novels & Stories

He was stretching the neck too wide, Sara thought he'd rip off her neck. "Adrain what are you doing?" Her yell quickly turned to a gasp when she heard a rip sound. She looked down and saw that he had succeeded in tearing the too part of her dress now she stood topless and named save for her bra.She shivered as the cool air touched her skin and glared at Adrain."Have you lost your mind? What are you trying to do?""I'm finishing what you started Sara." He hummed as he took one breast in his hand squeeze it.

That lady complained on a witty way and Siddarth Just chuckled for her comment. " Zaara this is Nivedita my wife. Nivi this is Zaara queen of this shop and a really good designer. She is going to select a perfect outfit for you today's function " that's when Nivedita understood what is really happening there. About today's function that almost slipped from her mind.

Bohdan saw Cara fall to the floor in a heap, and then saw the woman standing behind her holding the fence post digger she used to hit her. The woman was slight of build, olive colored skin with dark eyes and long brown hair. Her name was Sara. She was panting and almost shaking but the look in her eye was that of a cornered animal. She was pissed. “You let my girls go,” Sara said. She locked eyes with Bohdan and readied herself to strike out at him.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.

*** The Grand Foyer: The Face-Off Dira walked down the stairs, Arjuna trailing behind her like a shadow. At the bottom of the stairs stood a woman who looked like she was carved out of ivory and spite. Ibu Sarah was eighty years old, dressed in a traditional Kebaya made of the finest silk, her neck draped in emeralds the size of pigeon eggs. She leaned on a silver-headed cane, her eyes sharp and predatory. Beside her, looking smug and holding a handkerchief to her eyes, was Siska. "Grandmother!" Siska wailed. "She’s back! She’s trying to poison Arjuna against us! She’s even brought two children and claims they are Dirgantaras just to steal the inheritance!"

A lady came to the counter and introduced herself as Sarita and Brighton looked at her with no interest at all. Sarita was a beautiful young lady in her early 30’s. She had straight and long legs and she had worn a short blue dress which brought out her seductive curves. Brighton continued sipping the content in the glass and was deep in thoughts. Sarita did not give up and made another attempt to speak to Brighton. “ Hello..I just want to have a chat with you since you look lonely and in a lot of thoughts I thought I would keep you company,” Sarita said.

"But I am bothered, Adaoh, by now they should have come with good news." "I don't know what is delaying then," Adaoh said even though she might have an idea. She remembered telling Kira before she left that she wouldn't be returning and even if she did return, she would come with him to save her from Dean. "By the way did you see Sarah, she came by?" "What Sarah?" "Sarah, my friend, the one you know," she gestured to the invisible chain around her throat and the room she was in. "The one who did this to me, or have you forgotten about your precious friend?"

one of them proudly proclaimed as I sat down and joined their little circle. "You eat bugs?" I asked them and this one beautiful girl with porcelain skin and beautiful short dark hair that reached her chin shook her head. "Kordelia speaks for herself and herself alone," this girl replied with a pointed look in my direction as if to warn me to dare not assume that she eats bugs. My heart broke as I dug my acrylic nails into the dirt as I started to help the girls dig, "my name's Sarafina, what are your names?" I asked as they all crouched down and our heads were put together as we continued to dig for absolutely no reason.

"It was the least I could do. Besides, I've been craving some company for this journey,to think I was against getting this Family Combo ticket.." As they spoke, Divine learned more about the intriguing woman before her. Sarah was newly married to Mr. David Kádàrá Aimọ, a man from a prestigious Nigerian family The Kádàrá Aimọ. Her life's journey, much like Divine's, had been marked by challenges and unexpected turns. Sarah was an orphan, a fact that resonated deeply with Divine, who shared a similar background.

"Some men like feisty women. Armo has announced this all to the bidders by the simple act of letting you wear this costume." "At least I should be satisfied that he is trying to get rid of me," Sarah said in obvious sarcasm. "True, but you are a special item now." Anita continued. "la vedova nera is rather hard to come by. No nun has drawn the blood of a guard for years, or ruffled Armo’s feathers this bad before." "So, all because I stabbed a guard with a fork, I'm now termed feisty and untamed?" She asked in disbelief. "And that devil's incarnate is going to sell me to the highest bidder ever?"