Sana Twice Novels & Stories

Everything is okay, right? San:- Actually mom, I've to go London tomorrow only. So that's why I'm early today. Suj:- Okay, for how many days? San:- It's for two months. Sahil:-Two months? But brother, you have never been away from us for so many days. L:- Yes brother, why so many days this time?

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

She helped me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me, her hands gripping mine tightly like she was afraid I would disappear. “There have been rumors” she said softly. “About Viola.” I laughed but there was no humor in it. “Tell me. I want to hear everything so I can stop lying to myself.” Sarah swallowed. “They say she is Caspian and Bastian’s childhood friend. She grew up with them. She is the golden girl. Everyone always knew she would mate the Alpha King. When she left after the accident, people said it was temporary. That she would come back once things were fixed.”

“I will go face my true feelings now. So you do too, San. Be true to your feelings.” And he got up and walked off to the restaurant. Sanvika sat where she is… and she was thinking back to that night where Vivaan’s lips were on her and his hands held her. It would be a lie to say that she did not want that again. In fact, she wanted it desperately. Her whole body craved for Vivaan. “Just once….” She told herself. And next week she went to Mumbai.

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

I pressed my lips together. "I'll pass everything you said on to Vittorio." Relieved, Serena added, "Alright. Have you set a date for your wedding? I want a hard-copy invitation. Don't try to cut corners with a digital one!" I smiled softly. "Next week. Don't worry about the invitation. I'll hand it over myself in person." After hanging up, I dialed Vittorio. His voice was cold. "What’s up?" "What are you busy with? Serena said you haven't been to the headquarters for several days."

Amaliah's eyes widened but she realized she didn't have to be too surprised. One year after she married Rafael, Sarah got married to a guy whose start-up company was still in the early stages back then and they didn't have a lot to live on but within a couple of years it had skyrocketed and was now valued at millions of dollars. Sarah was a kind person and they had kept in touch over the years, occasionally going for a girls' night here and a lunch date there.

“I promise you that if I regain my freedom in Chicago and get a phone, I’ll call you.” “That’s good. I am going to miss you.” Serena wraps her arms around her “I’ll miss you, too,” Melina says as she hugs her back. Serena helps her in finishing her packing before taking her bags downstairs. She hugs Linda goodbye before leaving the maid’s quarters to meet Leo. Collecting her bag from her, they walk together to the mafia house. Leo leaves her in the living room and enters the house to tell Thomas she’s ready to leave.

"It's not been up to twenty four hours. I remember you." The blonde huffed. "Hey, I'm Charlie. Sana's best friend and chief bridesmaid." "Hey. Nice to meet you, I'm London." It took Sana's confused blink to realize my mistake. Fuck fuck fuck. In my defense, it was way too early to continue with my alternate personality. I immediately burst into laughter. "Oh my God, I'm kidding. You should have seen your face." I laughed. Sana gave a relieved smile. "I was so confused."

I'm your friend, believe me. Traitor! Fucking stop you guys! How can you blindly believe this? Samantha wait. Samantha stop! I said wait! Die! Fucking die Stella! I hope you rot in hell! Stop Samantha. Fucking stop! Don't go. Stop! --------------------------------- "Samantha Arkins." I hit the pieces of information on the table. I watched as Freddie, the old man I encountered at the bar my last two visits grabbed the bits of documents and peered through it.