Name Sana Novels & Stories

Sanjana was dead to everyone. “Sanjana, whatever happens, happens for a reason. Maybe this is what destiny wants for you. Don’t get me wrong—but if the world believes Sanjana is dead, then let her be. Let Sanjana die. Today, Sanjana ends, and Samantha begins. From now on, you are Samantha Blake —my elder brother’s daughter. Is that okay with you?” Uncle gently caressed my palm and wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

I completely lose my temper and clutch my hairs "I'm fine," she sighs. "Why are you so worried? This is not the first time I'm alone. You know what I can do. Did you forget all the illegal projects that I did with some fucking dangerous people? I'm Sana Menon. That bloody bitch who cleared all the shit of your life for fucking 7 years, stayed and slept with you for damn 5 years. Don't pamper me like a baby now when you have nothing to do with me. Save all this for your girlfriend who actually needs it"

I had put Sanaya Johnson and Sana into two different worlds. Sana was scared of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. She was scared of going to work the next day and becoming someone’s prey. Sana was filled with insecurities and flaws and she was trying her best to survive in this new world that no one had any idea about. Sana was trying her best to mend her broken heart and take care of her broken family.

"Hey there, little one. What's your name?" The girl let go of her grip around Shanaya’s legs. Her eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and shyness. Her voice was soft but carried a trace of excitement as she replied, "I'm Sanya." Dhruv's smile widened at the introduction. "Hello, Sanya. I'm Dhruv. Are you having fun here?" Sanya nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing with the motion. "Yes, I like playing with my doll," she said, clutching her beloved toy tighter.

Happy reading.... MUMBAI MORNING 12 PM Third person p.o.v "I am so happy for Anisha.... finally she has her own family now.", Sana said, stirring the potato curry in the pan. Her voice was dull and eyes covered with water. "Sana i want to tell you something about Samu--" "Don't take his name Jake..", she cut him off before he could even complete his sentence. She switched off the stove and pressed her palms against the slab breathing deeply.

Sana Pov . 8 Month Ago . Hi, I am Sana, a 17-year-old girl. I run an NGO. In my family, there are only 2 members, my dad and my brother. After the death of my mom, Dad got himself busy with work, moreover, he always stayed away from me because my face resembles my mom's. I always remind him of my mother and my brother never treats me like a sister. I don't remember when he talked to me last time. If I even tried to talk to him, he would ignore me.

In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.” Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.”

I was a slave! “Adorable!” I snapped, my voice angrily low but sharp. “My name is Adorable.” Nana blinked in surprise. Her gentle eyes met mine. I could see how full of sadness they were. She gave a slow nod, respecting my correction. But even as she looked at me with understanding, I felt anger twisting inside me. At El. At my father. At this house. At everything. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to breathe, but the air felt heavy, like I was trapped behind invisible bars.

Saanvi asked like she doesn't know anything Sana laughed by her pretending and said "Okay, Okay, let's go and have fun" Saanvi loves amusement parks a lot, she used to come once a month before, she stopped thinking about Austin and ran holding Sana's hand, Sana was afraid of rides she never dares to come to amusement parks before, she used to sit in a corner whenever she came with Saanvi.

A 12 year old Anya was looking for her brother. Sana stood smiling in an alley next to her shanty. “You are my best friend” “And you are mine!” Anya hugged Sana. The hug brought warmth into her body. Separating herself from Sana, she continued, “Have you seen dada? I haven’t seen him since I returned from school.” “He will be back soon.” Sana fiddled with her hair. “I needed to tell you something.”