Sara Chidouin Novels & Stories

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

She had other thoughts running through her head and those got her attention, pulling Adrian's attention towards her. "You seem a little off, Sara. Is everything okay?" Adrian asked, concerned. His brows furrowed as he waited for a response from him. He wrapped his arm round her Shoulder in a caring and affectionate and manner that somehow calmed Saras nerve. Sara hesitated for a moment before answering. She didn't want to sound grouchy or cold but then she had to say it anyways, "Well, to be honest, I'm not really into all these funfair activities. I'm more of a quiet and reserved person and you know that. I just want to stay at home and relax my head.

So he opened the chat box and read the text. 'Father, it's me, your Sara. I am alive. Please answer the call. I will explain everything. Ida's life is in danger ' the text read.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

Inside she found‌ Adrian wi‌th two p​eople she did not‌ reco‌gni‍ze⁠, a woman in​ her fifties with sha‌rp eye​s and a⁠ youn​ger man tak⁠ing no‍tes. Adrian introduced them as Sarah Che‌n from Titan C⁠ap‍ital and h‍er associate Marcus. Sarah stood and sh​ook Maya's hand​ with a g‍r‌ip that conv‍ey‍ed assessme‍nt‌, c⁠learly so⁠meone who made snap​ judgment⁠s about people's worth.

He picked up the document again. “The first party in the name of Darren Kyne Jarl and the second party in the name of Diana Genevieve, agreed to commit a lifetime contract marriage. The second party replaces her sister in the name of Annabelle Genevieve who ran away, and as collateral for the crimes committed by her father, Frank Genevieve. The contents of the contract are first, no divorce no matter what the reason. Second, the identity of the second party will be hidden in order not to be a threat to the first party. Third, if the second party insists on divorce, it will be required to pay a penalty of 10 million dollars.” Alpha Darren took out a pen and gently pulled Diana's hand to hand

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

"This is my wife, Sara. Sara, this is Chloe." Sara stood up and shook her hand. She already looked a little perkier about this woman. "So, Chloe, tell me about yourself and your experience," Sara asked. "Well, my father is Joseph Costa, I’m sure you’ve heard of him. I want to stay in the family business, but I’m not meant for leading. I have my brothers for that. This was the best way I thought I could help. I had a job previously; I was working with an infant and a three-year-old. I worked with them for about three years until they had to suddenly go underground. I couldn’t leave with them. I should tell you, I have a more... unique view of this position. I mean, obviously there’s no way to

She raised her head and gave me a warm smile, dropping her phone, “Hi, morning. I never knew Dregen hired a new maid.” Maid? I shook my head, the flush on my cheeks deepening, “Oh no…no… I am not a maid...I...uh…” I trailed, unable to decide if I should tell her I was a blood vessel. What if Baron Dregen didn’t want me to tell anyone? She offered me another smile and thankfully changes the subject, “What’s your name?” “Oh… I…You can just call me Sara.” She winked at me like she found me so amusing, “I am Lila and that cook over there is, Mrs. Thornton. She’s deaf and mute.”