Mia Sara Young Novels & Stories

I'm tired today, I want to go home and take rest. Mehna : okay. Bye. (In entertainment company) Sara sitting in the company garden alone and thinking about her past. Zayn came there to pickup her. Zayn : what are you doing, why you sit here? Sara : six years before I lived happily and love to go college with my friend, oneday I meet him... Zayn : Rocky right??? Sara : I thought he just teasing before but day by day his behaviour towards me is bad. I afraid to step out because of him. I thought My nightmare is not going to come again but when I saw him again...

I mean, we have no idea who's out there, what they might do to us. Sara turned to face her, her eyes glittering with excitement and just a hint of fear. 'That's the point, babe. The anonymity, the unpredictability. It's what makes it so fucking hot.' Mia's heart raced as she nodded, her consent both terrifying and exhilarating. She watched as Sara peeled off her tiny black tank top, revealing her full, round tits barely contained by a lacy black bra. Mia's mouth went dry. She knew she should feel jealous, insecure even, but the raw lust on Sara's face as she stared at Mia was intoxicating.

The young Afghan woman shakes her head and smiles. - No problem, ma'am. – she says, placing the food on Saphira's table almost at the same time Saphira's food arrived, accompanied by hot tea. - It seems we have the same taste in food. – the woman says, laughing. She holds out her hand and says – my name is Sarah, and I am an aerospace engineer at NASA. - Wow! That's a big job. You must be very intelligent. Sarah laughs. I'm not exactly a genius. If I were one, I wouldn't have gone without a vacation for five years, and I was already married. I'm 35 years old, almost too old to have children—not that I want to have children—Sarah chuckles.

"I'm not afraid of him, Maddy. I'm not afraid of anyone. I said what I meant, and I meant what I said. If he can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." "I am also done with him, I really need some peace," Sara said, her voice firm. "I will be happy as a homeless person on the streets of Los Angeles or as a simple housewife in Tehran married to some old man, but not in this company." She picked up her box and walked out of the cabin. ****

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.

Alex once again consoled her and asked her not to cry at least for the baby. Rose wiped her tears and looked at Alex with gloomy eyes. Alex nods his head in no and signals her not to cry. “How Sara, end up like this. I mean, how all this happen?” Alex asked with hesitation. “Sara was seventeen, and I was fifteen, next day or was mom and dad’s anniversary and Sara wanted to see dad and wanted to go on mom’s cemetery.” “Because it was her exams that’s why dad denied her to come back but Sara was born stubborn and coquettish. She called aunt Mona, Laura’s mother, and act like she is unwell, she asked her to come earnestly and send her home.”

Chibana Sara is an extremely pretty girl with long blonde hair and an hourglass physique. She had bright brown eyes and small plump lips. She and I had flings when we were sophomores but stopped when I asked Aera out. I wanted to be a true boyfriend to her. Sara got mad and tried many times to ruin our relationship but we remained strong. In the end, she gave up but when Aera’s video spread like wildfire, Sara was one of the people who made life hell for her.

Sara slurred. Everyone had gathered around her, and they looked at her like she had finally lost her mind. “What is she talking about?” “I don’t know what she is seeing, but she is saying that Elara and Chad are here… but they shouldn’t be, because she killed them… something like that.” “Whoa, you mean to say that Sara had just confessed to having killed someone?” People took out their phones to record. Sara was about to become Mrs. Blackwood, and if such a scandal broke out, wouldn’t her future be in shambles?

“Mr. Garrison has included in his notes that he’s aware of your dream, and he’s sorry he isn’t around to see you fulfill it.” Sara had harbored a bleeding heart for battered women and children her whole life. After the years she’d spent with her dad, her greatest wish had always been to help others. That’s why she’d become a youth counselor. But she often volunteered at a home for women and children, and Mr. Garrison had known. “The sum of this inheritance is to be paid to you in full upon the completion of Mr. Garrison’s stipulation.” Sara couldn’t form the words to ask what that might be. All she could think about was how many people she could save with one billion dollars.

Oh, those are pretty- Sara fished the phone out my fingers and threw it onto the end of the bed. Climbed on top of me before I could get up. Pressed me down as I tried to reach for it. "L-Look! I'm sitting on you!", Sara quickly said. Missy, exciting me now won't do it. I reached around her. She bent her body into my hands. "Oh no look, your hands are dangerously close to my breasts!", Sara nervously laughed. I furrowed my brows. "I want to see the dresses." "No!" I met my girlfriend's eyes.