Mia Sara Young Novels & Stories

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.

Take note of my sarcasm here. Name: Sarah Plotinus Age: 15 At such a young age, Sarah showed me skills that a mere teenager couldn’t do. She’s notorious for theft, and it amazed me every single time that she was trying to steal from me. She tried several times, and she finally succeeded when I let down my guard. She’s our mini Maria. She would disguise herself as an assassin in order to steal information from the enemy. I was right. It was Sarah. With that look, I’m certain that everyone would have known that she was innocent and couldn’t kill a fly. I was fooled by it for a long time.

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.

Some businessmen came to talk to Leo during the time Stella was gone. "Hello, Leo." The woman's voice greeted him from the back. Leo turned to look. Her face tickled his memory that he used to see her before but he could not remember where and when. "Hello. Have we met before?" He asked openly. As a result, Sara felt disappointed deep in her heart. He could not remember her. "I am Sara O'neal. the eldest daughter, and yes, we have met before." Sara answered. She was quite popular as a fashion model. But he only nodded to acknowledge just to be polite. His eyes when looking at her were blank with no interest. And he still did not give any sign of recognizing her.

Lydia on the other hand gave him a tongue lashing causing everyone to laugh. "If you're done disturbing the peace Ly, do you mind taking your seat so we can begin. This is our final evaluation." Jesse, their rep spoke up frowning at them. "Sara, do you mind sharing with us wheat you've done so far?" Sara blushed and got up from her seat placing her bag on the chair. "Well to be honest I haven't done much, I have had some major issues to deal with." She confessed, her cheeks flushed. "Well if those issues have anything to do with that hunk you call a husband then that's normal." Mia, another girl replied her smile lighting up the room.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“You what?” Sara was an exotic dancer who provided extra services for a select group of clients. She had been in the profession since her first year of college. She had a bachelor’s in psychology, but not child psychology, and she didn’t have a graduate degree at all. Charles had met her nine years ago at a bachelor party for one of his American buddies. They had a good time that night. So much so Charles had gotten her number for future jobs. She was one of the girls at Calvin’s bachelor party two years ago. Sara did have experience babysitting the kids at the strip club she worked at twice a week. The single mothers would be out on stage, and Sara would help her co-workers out by watching

This Sara was more cunning then he thought. He should have played it well. There was a knock on the door and a man entered inside. He put a file in front of Leo and left. Leo picked the file and opened it. Sara David, 25. Her father was killed ten years ago by her mother and still date she was in jail. After it, her uncle took her with him. He had a daughter who was same age as Sara. Her uncle was in hospital now suffering from brain tumor. There was nothing much on Sara that Leo could use. She never had any boyfriend except Danny.

I don't tell her that I have to force myself into my study because the other rooms available in my wing were specifically made for my future pups and it's wrong to sleep in it. I press on button one and hold the phone to my ear. Soon, Logan’s voice filtered through. “Can you assign three guards to pick up Mike Ross at the airport? Check our shared data platform for the details.” Then, I hung up. “So, how is your mother faring?” I ask Sara, going to the bar to get us drinks. Sara has been away for five months because her mom got ill. She's not from my pack, she moved when she was ten to stay with her aunt, and her immediate family lives very far up north.

I told her crisply. "I promise the chair harbors no bugs or whatever you're scared of. It's old, certainly. But it's not dirty. Just please." Still pissed, I cautiously lowered myself onto one of the sofas; I was sure not to relax my body on the dying furniture. "I'm so sorry, Miss Zyliah," Sara began, going on her knees before me. Her eyes were puffed and red—a sign she'd been crying for a while now. "What exactly are you sorry for, Sara? You didn't just betray me. You betrayed the Williams family! You told me how Grandma Charlotte was a nice woman who treated everyone of you right, including the one you told me got pregnant and had to leave. What is wrong with you?!"