Sara Chidouin Novels & Stories

Sara said and cut the call before she could even reply. She sighed and abandoned her phone on the bed. She decided that she wanted to take a cold shower and as she took off her clothes, she sighted a scar just above her left breast. She had gotten it from one of the times Rodriguez had beaten her mercilessly. She has gotten this particular scar from when she had boycotted a money laundering operation she was supposed to be part of.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world. Sienna De Luca. The Omega with a heart full of light… and a life that was never meant to be hers. The Omega who thought that everything was easy, who got everything the way that she wanted to get it, who did not know what it was to struggle, and who did not know what it was to know pain. “I do not need to believe that it is going to work, I need to know that it is.” Hi Sarah. Turning to look at my father. “It won’t just work,” I said, sealing the vial between my palms. “It will change everything. Because right now I'm not going to rely on hope, I'm going to rely on facts and on what I'm going to do.”

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”

' thought the beautiful girl with a vicious smirking expression . " You really are a shorty ! " said the beautiful girl . ' This girl seems quite hostile towards me......... ' thought Kiara . " It's the first time that we meet . You know me but I don't know you ! Do you have a name ?! " said Kiara . " He he ! My name is Sara . You can call me lady Sara ! I am the daughter of one of the most influential aristocrats of the vampire clan . Pleased to meet you miss human ! " said Sara with a polite smile .

Sara Medina. Thirty years old,Born in Phoenix, Former social worker, Maricopa County, resigned eighteen months ago following a case that ended badly a child she couldn't save, documented, real enough to carry weight in any background check. Recently divorced No children, One sister in San Diego she doesn't speak to. An apartment in Brooklyn she's behind on rent for. A woman assembled from gaps.

Sara replied, lifting her face and looking at Nicko sharply. This young man who was hiding his identity only nodded in understanding. Sara Wu's attitude this time said it all. He was sure that Sara was not mean or arrogant like rich women in general. Sara is just an independent woman who has to fight for her daughter, to be both father and mother to her. Sara may have had a bad experience in her life, and made her a cold and resentful woman.

Charles asked, turning his attention to me. I sighed, glancing at Sarael, who nodded a little before speaking. “First introductions. This is Sarael Adio. My mate.” I began. There was only a second of quiet before the room erupted in congratulations. “That’s great!” “Congratulations on finding her.” “I’m so happy for you” I held up a hand, wanting to settle everyone down as Sarael shifted nervously.

Bohdan saw Cara fall to the floor in a heap, and then saw the woman standing behind her holding the fence post digger she used to hit her. The woman was slight of build, olive colored skin with dark eyes and long brown hair. Her name was Sara. She was panting and almost shaking but the look in her eye was that of a cornered animal. She was pissed. “You let my girls go,” Sara said. She locked eyes with Bohdan and readied herself to strike out at him.