Novel & Cerita Sara Chidouin

ELARA Dr. Sarah Chen is nothing like I expected. She's young, in her mid-thirties—with kind eyes and a no-nonsense approach that I immediately appreciate. "Tell me what happened," she says in our first session. So I do. I tell her everything. The kidnapping attempt. Richard breaking into the Hamptons house. James O'Reilly's betrayal. The final confrontation in the vault. She listens without interrupting. Takes notes. When I'm done, she sets down her pen.

Beth said. "Not. Sherri." "Fine then," Beth laughed. "If she isn't up to your standards, try Sara Eriksen then, for all I care!" That brought me up short. Sara was up to my standards. Sara was up to Brad Pitt's standards. With her willowy body, round hips, broad shoulders, naturally viking blonde hair, and big, bouncy tits that she invariably refused to encase in a bra, I was sure that Sara was the number one student instigator of nocturnal emissions among the school's population. But the image of her in my mind wasn't what brought me up short. I paused because I realized that I was thinking about it... thinking about it like it was even a remote possibility.

Sarah gasps between her words and starts to cough. “Have some water. Small sips. Slowly now,” Doctor Louis instructs and holds a straw to her lips. “Ahhh, thank you,” Sarah says more clearly now that her throat is wet. “Who did you hear, child?” The Doctor asks. “She said her name was Chloe,” Sarah answers. “Chloe? We have no Chloe’s here,” Doctor Louis says, sounding confused. “She said she was a gift … from the Moon Goddess,” Sarah tells him. ‘It’s not possible’, Cora says.

Doctor Dave came out of the room and saw me watching the lady from the window. "Don't feel sad sir, okay, Sara has been here for over a year now, she's crazy and overly dangerous" he made known to me, returning my eyes the second I heard the name he called. "Did you just say, Sara?" I asked as he shook his head affirming my words. "Okay erm, what's her surname and who brought her here?". Somehow I felt compelled to ask, hopefully, he gives me the name I am drying to hear, the doctor says, and I quote, " the lady in there! Her name is Sara Scott she's the lady, Elena Khan is paying me to keep under lock and key!.

“What? Are you surprised?” Jared mumbled as he climbed down his almighty chair. He stood mightily in front of Sara, staring straight into her terror-stricken eyeballs. “What…do you want from me?” Sara stammered, shrinking under Jared's agonizing gaze. “The Luna? Do you really think of yourself as the Luna?” A voice echoed from behind. Sara could sense her nostrils filled with a particular scent, she could identify the scent from the hundreds of scents that collided in the room. She flung her eyes in the direction of the voice, two ladies walked in, each one of them carrying herself with an air of pride and elegance.

My forehead furrowed. Who is Sarah?

The moment she saw Chad, her expression turned pale, and she thought that she had seen a ghost. Her mouth widened, and her heart hammered in her chest. She thought that she was looking at Dominic when he was young. “You…” Sara was tongue-tied as she looked at Elara. Elara sneered, “What? Never seen a six-year-old before?” “No... I… is this your son?” “No, he is yours,” Elara said. She held Chad’s hand and walked away, leaving the stunned Sara behind. Sara looked at their disappearing backs and almost lost her balance.

Yet just as she lowered her eyes to glance at the provided materials, Emily sensed an unfriendly gaze directed her way—Sara's. Sara stood not far away, dressed in a deep V-neck white blouse and fitted black pants. Her lips, painted a bold crimson, matched her striking eye makeup, lending her an air that was equal parts alluring and intimidating. The juxtaposition of these two women—each beautiful, yet so different in style—naturally drew attention from those nearby. Sara held a composed, professional smile, nodding towards Emily in greeting, her posture conveying respect. But beneath that polite façade, there was an edge—a cold, almost imperceptible sharpness hidden in her eyes.

Kilhon got in and started the car driving into the streets. “Where are we going?” Liora asked, getting excited. “Well, I’m supposed to drop you at Miss Sarah’s place and then drive you to Loft” he said and Liora stared at him dumbfounded. “To Sarah Dubois?” She asked and Kilhon nodded. “Yes Miss Morgan” he replied. Liora was frozen. Sarah Dubois was a top stylishist and makeup artist that every artiste and celebrity fought over but she wasn’t exclusive to another. You had to book her months ahead for any gig and Damien had just gotten her to style her?