Kokomi X Sara Novels & Stories

There was a faint matureness on her face, the smile she gave was controlled like she was afraid to give away too much. "Why the hell are you here?" The angry kitten like growl made them turn to face Sara who was looking frustrated. God, she took his breath away. Looking at her from head to toe, he didn't notice Jamie slipped away from the room. "Go change." He ordered. "Excuse me!" Sara raised her eyebrow in challenge and he almost attacked her then and there. "Change, I can make out your red bra." He replied with a smirk, unmoved by her attack posture.

Sakura said sweetly as Crystal told Randy what she wanted. “Star got a hot client?” I asked, my voice came out a little raspy. “Yes! He’s like… drop dead sexy,” she said. Her voice was loud enough to hear over the blaring music. She’s wearing a bright pink kimono and a blue headband with Japanese characters on it. Her nipples are barely covered by her kimono. “He gives off unredeemable villain vibes and I just-ah,” she moans as she shivers. “You didn’t check it out when you got here?” Crystal asked. I shook my head. “After we got dressed, we came out and noticed it right away. I had to see what the fuss was about and I was not disappointed.”

That's when her and Jack plan to get married. Akiyama, Fumiya Harah 23 years old. Beautiful, with a gentle face. Brown short hair and eyes. Thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, small sharp nose and narrow red lips. Shee just came from a poor family. And grew up in the Orphanage. Jack Coleman's family happened to adopt her. They made her a maid. Harah was only fifteen years old when the Colemans adopted her. Harah was not the only one adopted by them. As well as her sister, Aryah.

Did Samira Reddy come to see her? “Hi, Sara.” She smiled as soon as she came to her. Sara Owen held her mobile phone tighter. Seeing her, she finally understood why Yohan Dixon fell for her! She was stunning and elegant like a princess. “Hi.” Sara Owen smiled hesitantly. “You don’t have to hesitate. I didn't come here to talk about anything that would hurt you.” Sara Owen just smiled. “I couldn't rest without meeting you. I wanted to see how Ricky's wife is.”

My mom shrieked. Sara looked over at our mom and sighed. “Stay here,” she said, going to my mom. She helped my mom get up and led her out of the room. I did as commanded and didn’t move from the place where I was sitting, inhaling the scent of my mate again. Goddess, she smelled amazing. After some time, Sara returned. “Who did this?” she demanded. “I don’t know,” I replied, my thoughts returning to the beautiful mystery woman, sighing to myself.

Sara replied and plated the food for her best friend. "That's so great!" Anvi exclaimed when heard that her friend was working in one of the reputed companies. Anvi had taken her seat along with Sara on the dining table and was enjoying the scrumptious food. "This is Yum!" Anvi was busy devouring the Chicken Tikka. Sara was only looking at her best friend, realizing how much she had missed her. Sara was only looking at her best friend, realizing how much she had missed her "My plan to woo my bestie got successful, I guess." Anvi nodded vigorously.

“Friends is good too.” And honestly, Sara wanted that because all the people she met in Cara’s life he was the only person who treated her normally with no fear, no tension, no expectations. Just… normal. She could use his company. Soon, the meet-up ended. Sara only wanted to go home and rest. The constant camera flashes had nearly blurred her vision, leaving her drained. As she entered the house, something caught her eye. Someone was leaving through the opposite end of the compound. The hoodie. The cap. The same outfit.

Harriet looked at her best friend, raising her eyebrows high. Liam looked up to find a tall, plump woman with caramel-dark skin sitting on the other side of Harriet. Almost at the same time, the smile on Liam's face faded. The woman, Arai Padparadscha, clung to Harriet's side as soon as she appeared. "You're Madam Serpent's 'ACQUAINTANCE', Sir Wolf, right? Introducing myself, I'm Lady Tiger, Madam Serpent's BEST FRIEND," said Arai confidently.

Half the reason I relented to Tien’s pestering was to spare whatever poor soul would be on the other end of the gadget he’d been working on all morning. Thankfully or unfortunately, Thara disrupts me trying to recount every vegetable in the stands at the main access point of the entertainment part of the square. “Keep that up, and you’ll have a date to Harvest fest in no time,” Sara surprises me walking past in the opposite direction. She’s always been a know-it-all, and far less accurate or explanatory about her comments than Ayame. Still, the lift of her sandy brows and heat in her sky-blue eyes does make me question what I’m doing.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”