Mia Sara Young Novels & Stories

Sara always did her make-up and her hair, whenever they have a party. Sara walks back and forth to ask Neha, “How do I look?” Neha with big eyes, “my, my, my. You look fabulous and I'm sure that everybody will be looking at you, not the models.” Sara looks very beautiful. She has a perfect body and the dress looks very pretty on her. She's slim, light skin, curly long hair, and her hair's light brown. She has a dimple on her left cheek, which suited her so much. When she smiles, it looks so beautiful on her. She has hazel eyes and people always ask her if that's her real eyes because her eyes look so beautiful that nobody could imagine that such a beauty could be in one person on earth. Some

Hana calls her 'millionaire heiress'. I notice Sara relax when they only speak about her books, she refuses to make public appearances with her parents on social media and her social media accounts are very private. She's a true definition of modesty in wealth. Her books were written off in the name of Sara Moto which is short for Yamamoto but two of her books becoming best sellers made her reveal her face but not her identity.

Past Continues... “Come, Sweetie,” Miah said to Saraya while putting her bags in the backside of her car. “Where?” Saraya asked innocently, and Miah felt like pulling her chubby cheeks. Miah didn’t know why, but she wanted to keep this sweet, innocent small girl with her.

"Oh, speaking of drama, you missed quite the show after you left last night." "What happened?" "Sara got into another fight with some girl—I think it was about Liam too. Anyway, things got physical, and her dress got completely torn. Like, seriously torn. And of course, someone filmed the whole thing." My eyes widen. "No way." "Oh yes." Cassie pulls out her phone and shows me the video. "It's already gone viral."

Jenna took Sara's hand and smiled sweetly. Sara sighed and shook her head, "Jenna, although I'm saying that you're still young, you would be 28 years old this year. A woman at this age living like this, how could a mother like me not worry? Even when I'm dead, I would not rest in peace." Despondent at her own words, tears trickled down Sara's eyes. "Mom, I'm fine now, aren't I?" Jenna was most afraid to see Sara's tears, so she comforted her, feeling unsettled.

Turning to look at the person calling her ,Sara heard the shock of her life. "Sara Parker, you are being summoned by Mrs Patrick, the head matron, you are to report to her office this instant." A short chubby girl said, and proceeded to leave the room. Sara sighed as all eyes turned to look at her, if the head matron sent for you it was either for a good or bad news. Today when she wanted to be happy, Dinah and her friends had succeeded in ruining it for her. She immediately dropped her comb, stood up and went to face whatever bombshell was awaiting her.

Now only his youngest brother was forced to come to this place regularly. This was the last time, though. Garret looked over the land he had worked on and saw how neglected it had become. He wondered about the small woman who had often battled the overgrowth herself. Sara had left the day she turned eighteen after a huge blow out with her aunt and cousins. He had tried to not think about her though they had made that deal between them. Sara left and never looked back.

I instructed weakly, "then send for Mari. She cured Sara of a similar infection years ago. She has the touch for this." The room—my private sanctuary—felt far too small when the door suddenly flew open without so much as a polite knock. Sara stormed in, her eyes burning like blue fire. She caught Yara just as the healer was pulling on her clinical coat. Sara stopped short, her gaze darting between my bandaged chest and the woman at my bedside. A flicker of recognition crossed her features, and her face became uncharacteristically thoughtful. "I’ve seen you," Sara said, her voice dropping an octave, thick with suspicion. "I’ve seen those eyes before. In the Zone."

(12 YEARS LATER) 20 Year old Sara is busy waiting tables. She now works 3 jobs to help Aunty Zoe and her husband Dave with their everyday expenses. In the morning, Sara would babysit her neighbors kids while they work. In the afternoon, she would tutor a high student who is struggling with his math and would not be able to graduate if he fails this subject, and finally at 5pm she would wait tables at a nearby restaurant. Since Sara turned 16, her uncle, whom she had been calling dad for the past 11 years, has been making advances on to her. She had succeeded in avoiding him. Her now mum Zoe hasn't got a single clue on what's happening under her roof.

The young woman nodded and went into her nephews’ room. Sara lay down, but that night she couldn’t fall asleep for even a minute. When she arrived at Casa Monter in the morning, Eli and the other fitting models were already waiting for her. She had arrived a little late. Luna was at the reception, and when she saw her she lifted her chin. "So this is how you plan to become an international designer? By arriving late?" Sara had too many things on her mind to start fighting with the twin, so she simply walked past her, ignoring her, although the woman kept throwing a few insults as Sara disappeared into the elevator.