Novel & Cerita Mia Sara Young

“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.

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

I smiled softly, picturing her in that yellow dress she loved, tablet in hand as she raced off again from my bedroom for the twentieth time this morning. But it wasn’t just seeing Mia healthy and full of energy that made my chest feel warm. I looked down at the glossy magazine still on my lap. Sara’s face stared back at me from the cover… confident, radiant, her curls framing her face perfectly under bold letters that read “Rising Star: Sara’s Lens Captures the City’s Soul.”

~SARA~ I don’t know if I’m breathing or not. For several seconds, the room goes completely still—everyone frozen mid-motion, stunned. Cold beads of sweat form on my forehead. I tighten my hold around my fork until my knuckles turn white. Clink. Alex drops his cutlery, his brow knitting into a deep frown. He grunts. “Say that again.” “Sara had an abortion,” Mira beams. "When we were in high school.”

she had said and left,she came back some time later with a young Doctor at gun point "Now,you going to help her deliver successful,if anything goes wrong,trust me i will kill you"she warned,the young Doctor had helped all with a gun at his head,the delivery was successful Sara now held the little girl in her arms,she was beautiful but no,they couldn't keep her,looking at her sister who was laying unconscious,she wondered what to do,she couldn't just kill her "What do we do with her?,she asked the young man though she wasnt really expecting a answer,she paced back and fro till she had an idea

S I wanna hear you sing that song ( Please reply, I'll be waiting) Yours, Damien Young I sat shellshock on my bed re-reading the email thrice. He doesn't know that I’m living above him!? I looked over the email for the last time and realised the reason why. MrsYoung@g***l.com is the answer. He was the one who set up my new email account while we were fooling around and I had used that email account to send him a message in my sad, pathetic sorry state which could either be a good or bad thing. Attached to the email is the one I sent him last week. I opened my email and almost cry. From : MrsYoung@g***l.com

The only reason she was very close with her personal maid is because she's the only one that didn't fear her like the others, and now that she's gone Sara might have to go back to her usual lonely life. Jojo watched Sara eat and when she was done she walked away from the dinning. “No disturbance till tomorrow.” Sara announced while she was heading to her room. When Sara got to the room she sat on the couch in her room tiredly. Even though she was quite popular in the pack as she was known for her beauty, her destiny is to remain lonely for the rest of her life. At some point it's exhausting but who would want to be friends with a witch? Sara is forty-two years old but she looks like she's in

As she watches her little girl all grown up pack her things. "Hey, make sure you have everything packed. I don't think you want to get all the way there just to find you forgot something you can't live without." Sara says absentmindedly while staring out the window as her youngest is preparing to move in with her friend a state away.