Mia Sara Young Novels & Stories

I tell her and she nods. "God damn. I'm trying that tonight with Denver tonight. That boy better fuck my brains out tonight. I mean look at you. You can't even walk properly." She says and I laugh loudly. After we all ate, we settle in the living room to watch a movie. Parker and I are cuddled on one couch with him behind me and Nadine is on Denver's lap on the other. Nate has invited his beautiful wife to join us. I practically forced him too. They are so freaking nice and funny. Mara is Latina and has no filter, that is why I like her so much. She has a great personality and she is really beautiful ontop of that.

Suman Mehtra (Diya Wedding/Client). She saved his number with such a detailed description. Seeing this, Mike wondered for a while. He then opened her contact list. Apparently; she saves everyone's number with a lengthy description except for MY MOM, JESSICA ROBINSON, LAURA G., ROBERT LEE, and surprisingly, Mike also found MY DAD. Sarah’s dad has passed away years ago but his number is still there.

she replied simply, her eyes shining with sincerity, "how could I watch you being harassed like that by James? In fact, if Kiara didn't take today off, then she would have done the same thing as I did.” As I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Sara's kindness and bravery. "I'm so lucky to have you guys as a friend," I murmured, my voice filled with genuine gratitude. But then, Sara's next words caught me completely off guard, "By the way," she whispered, "I fell intentionally so that James would get fired, although getting a sprain wasn't in the plan. I didn't want you to deal with seeing that asshole's face every day."

The front door of the bar standing ajar, with a flicker of dim light illuminated a sickening sight of one of the girls lying motionless on the floor in a pool of her blood, with multiple stab wounds visible on her body. The metallic tang of the blood filled the air, and I had to turn away, my stomach churning with nausea. "Don't look, Sara," I whispered to her, my voice barely audible. "Let's get out of here." Sara was just eighteen. I was twenty-six and had more experience than her. She was like my baby and I didn't want to expose her to more than she'd already experienced in these few weeks. "What happened to her?"I asked Olivia. " I don't know," she managed to say. "She was assigned to a

' thought the beautiful girl with a vicious smirking expression . " You really are a shorty ! " said the beautiful girl . ' This girl seems quite hostile towards me......... ' thought Kiara . " It's the first time that we meet . You know me but I don't know you ! Do you have a name ?! " said Kiara . " He he ! My name is Sara . You can call me lady Sara ! I am the daughter of one of the most influential aristocrats of the vampire clan . Pleased to meet you miss human ! " said Sara with a polite smile .

​ They walked into Sara’s bedroom, where she was sitting in the middle of the bed and staring at the outside view from the large window. ​ Her gaze was so fixed there that even after Martha knocked, she did not first hear. Abigail silently watched her, thinking about how to introduce herself. ​ Meanwhile, finally, Martha’s voice caught Sara’s attention, and she looked in the direction where her gaze landed on Martha first and then the beautiful woman right beside her. Her eyes filled with curiosity, but she did not speak; she simply nodded. ​ Abigail entered beside Martha and let her first speak for her. “Ms Sara. This young lady will be your personal attendant. Sir Gilbert, hired her for yo

They both had left their hair half down while the rest were tied in a half bun. Sara was glad that she chose Olivia as her maid of honor. When she left four years ago, she cut off her connection with everyone and that led to her having no friends because when she returned she was a new person. Sara smiled at the two ladies before uttering. “You both look, gorgeous.” Rosie and Olivia smiled at her before complimenting her and giggling at their own words. They both began gushing about their husband and what they would be doing while Sara sat there and thought about the new life awaiting for her.

Eliza's POV; I stare curiously at my computer's screen as the cool night's breeze blows into my partly lit room through my window. I inhale in pleasure as it cools off my skin. I do want to be beautiful. I want to make an impact. I want to prove everybody wrong, and storm the world. I want to make fame at a rate that will shock my family. However, is this pop-up legit? Will it answer all my questions and grant my wishes?

They're so understanding at she can handle them easily. She stared at the woman in the middle. She seems familiar to her thoughts. She looks like @yourlittlemeiras, her noisy and strike readers. Her name was Saira Dela Cruz, a 19-year-old cute girl. She couldn't forget that girl because she was really solid rainbows. She was so loud and naughty on the platform that she really couldn't forget her. She even gave her a copy of her books.

Kyle's pov I raised an eyebrow. She was certainly full of surprises today. "Go ahead." "Um..." Her gaze dropped to the table. Following her line of sight, I noticed a young maid standing quietly behind her, almost trying to make herself invisible. It took me a moment to recognize her. Sara. The youngest maid in the household. She was also Clara's daughter. Clara had been one of the older servants who had cared for me throughout my childhood. "Can I have Sara as my personal maid?" Luana asked.