Sara Chidouin Novels & Stories

After hearing this, Quina nodded thoughtfully. In fact, in the depths of Madam Lilian's heart, she was afraid and fearful that Sara would not acknowledge her as her mother. This was not her speculation, but based on the twists and turns that day when she visited Francist Community. She knew that Sara's personality was extremely similar to Flavian's, aloof and proud, as well as having extremely strong self-esteem. For Madam Lilian, who had never made her existence known, to appear suddenly and introduce herself as her mother, Sara would definitely be disgusted.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

This was a rare opportunity, especially since Zavier looked quite relaxed. “Anyway, I was talking to Madame earlier,” Sara began, her voice soft yet inquisitive. “She told me that she doesn't have any sisters. It's a pity, but if this recipe is shared, there will be many who can enjoy it.” Zavier looked at Sara with an expression that turned slightly serious. He put the piece of cake on the plate before answering carefully, “How is it possible, she has a sister in Bogor. Has he already forgotten about that?”

“You don’t know what we’re looking for… or do you?” “We don’t know anything about anything.” Belinda can feel the beginnings of a sarcastic comment bubbling up in her throat and she knows that there is nothing that she can do to stop herself from delivering it. It is the sort of answer that might inevitably lead to a fight but she is not in control of that part of her sense of humour. She is a prisoner of sarcasm.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

But seriously, I needed to chill. I swipe the key card, opening the door to our suite. A cold chill immediately hits my chest, which sends warning shivers down my spine. My wolf cracks its back under my skin. The vamps must be here. One sniff and I know its my least favorite one. I turn, heading straight for Andrea and my bedroom, when he steps out of his room. "You reek of her." Christophe says, leaning against his doorframe. The casual stance doesn't stop me from sizing him, sniffing the air.

Her voice is too calm and that somehow makes it worse. The words land harder than any blow. I snarl low in my chest. “Don’t start.” Sarah closes the door behind her, folds her arms. She looks tired. Older than she did this morning. Tonight carved something out of her. “You want to know what I saw tonight?” she asks quietly. “I saw a woman who never once tried to take anything from you.” I bark a bitter laugh. “You didn’t see what I saw.” “No,” she agrees. “I saw what you refused to see.”

It was ten o'clock, Sara was watching TV and got bored, so she thought about going to her best friend's house. “Mom, I’m going to Neha’s house and I will be home by lunchtime.” She was a very energetic and enthusiastic person. She had light skin, long hair, and was a very bubbly girl. She had lots of friends and was an outgoing person. She always wanted to become a fashion designer, but her parents wanted her to become a doctor, so she decided that she will fulfill her parents’ dream. Sara’s parents’ names were Emraan Khan and Ayesha Khan.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."