Mia Sara Young Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Gala for questioning and she didn’t know what to answer “Miss Saha, Boss wants to see you in his office,” Sara’s sharp tone startled Mahira “Okay,” she looked at Sara leaving her and heaved a sigh of relief, the mention of boss bought color to her cheeks, she didn’t know how to face him after yesterday night’s randezvous

Sara Mitchell had seen a lot of things in her twenty-seven years. She had walked through crime scenes that made grown men vomit. She had sat across interview tables from men who killed for pleasure and smiled about it. She had identified her partner's mangled body on a cold metal table and driven herself home afterward because there was nobody else to call. She had never once believed in monsters. Until tonight.

She stood at around 6’2 and has a deep scar that ran across her face like she was slashed with a knife or something sharp. Anna gasped, looking back to her brother. “Don’t do this–” “Sarah, come over here.” Ryan ordered. The six foot tall woman walked closer to Ryan and Anna and stopped right before them. She was on a black security uniform, according to her name tag she is the head of security. Sarah Young. “Don’t kill her..” Ryan simply said, handing his sister’s hand over to Sarah. Anna whimpered under the scrutinizing gaze of Sarah. “You don't have to do this, Ryan. I agree that coming here was a mistake–”

“Mia, are you sure it was with me? What else do you see?” Sarah looked at Mia excitedly, but Mia continued speaking. “There are many people, with light sticks and some with small fans. It’s so hot. Your forehead is covered in sweat, Sarah.” Sarah squinted slightly in confusion as she listened to Mia’s description. This must have been in the summer. She had only known Mia for less than a year, and last summer, she was still James’s wife. Why would Mia say they went to a concert together in the summer? And why did her description feel so detailed and real?

When a woman got out, Garret looked closer at her and saw who was creating all the fuss. Sara got out of the car and took a deep breath in. She hadn’t been in here in almost six long years. She had left and never looked back. Years of hard work had started to pay off. She had everything she needed in life to make her succeed, even though she was nothing but a poor teenager when she left the farm. She made her own way. Her way had worked well for her.

(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.