Sanaa Lathan 90s Novels & Stories

While looking up I made my mind . I have work hard , too much harder then someone can think . I will not stop or leave my career. I will die and If I am to be killed then I will not die alone hushi. I have to put up a smile because my family , my friends and my enemies will be watching me. Haha I am Sana . Sana who is the best hacker!. ____________________________________ I won the match and crowd errupted into scres whistles and clapping. I have been winning each match since I have started my international career.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

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"

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

I'm the girl with the loud laugh and dimple, you'd look at and wonder what I was laughing at so hard. I like it that way, I like being that person. The one with the questionable fashion sense. That was me. I like getting your attention and making you wonder. I like wearing clothes that someone wouldn't necessarily pick out for themselves but see me wearing it and think, "what the hell is wrong with this girl?". That's me, that's Sarafina for you.

a very pale girl exclaimed, walking toward us. “Hey!” Lyra hugged the girl tightly. “You're back.” “Yeah, daddy's tired of me again; he says my diagnosis is just acting, you know.” The girl rolled her eyes and then looked at me. “Who is this?” “Oh,” Lyra replied, “this is the new one.” “Hello,” I greeted while faking a smile; I was very good at that lately. “I am Sana.” “Ana… Anna,” I quickly corrected. Lyra and Sana shared a glance.

“You have no style, Lana, this would make you stand out from other applicants, big organizations like that take people with style seriously.” I bit my lip. “Are you sure…? This is just too big and what do I wear in this, I look like SpongeBob really.” “Just trust me on this, I've been in this fashion business for almost a decade and I tell you, this would get you the job.” I contemplated for a moment. “Fine… I'll trust you on this, I'll have this dry-cleaned and ready for D-Day, thanks Stephen.” “You're welcome, Lana, you'll thank me better after your interview I promise.”