Sara Fields Read Online Novels & Stories

“I have to do this.” He didn’t respond immediately. He just stared ahead, jaw tight, disappointment etched across his face. For a second, Sara hesitated. She hated leaving him like that. But she had no choice. Not this time. She stepped out of the car, shutting the door gently behind her, and walked toward her dorm without looking back. Sara had always hated being undermined. So she worked. She locked herself inside her dorm room, textbooks spread across her desk, notes layered over notes. She read until the words blurred, until her eyes burned, until the silence of the night wrapped around her like a challenge she refused to lose.

I'm tired today, I want to go home and take rest. Mehna : okay. Bye. (In entertainment company) Sara sitting in the company garden alone and thinking about her past. Zayn came there to pickup her. Zayn : what are you doing, why you sit here? Sara : six years before I lived happily and love to go college with my friend, oneday I meet him... Zayn : Rocky right??? Sara : I thought he just teasing before but day by day his behaviour towards me is bad. I afraid to step out because of him. I thought My nightmare is not going to come again but when I saw him again...

"A city of secrets. A city of glass and obsidian. And I’m just another secret buried under the rubble of my own life." The heavy silence of the room was suddenly shattered. Sara, her roommate and only true friend in this concrete jungle, looked up from the glowing screen of her outdated smartphone. Her eyes, usually tired from her long shifts at the local grocery store, were wide with a frantic sort of excitement. "Zara! Zara, look at this! Put down the gloom for one second and look!" Zara moved toward her slowly, her limbs feeling like they were made of lead. "What is it, Sara? Unless it's a miracle from the heavens, I don't think I have the energy to even read a text message."

It showed progress, a long way to go but hope all the same. "Baby steps." She thought to herself as she watched on. "Baby steps..." ******* The fan by the window could barely do anything against the sweltering heat as Sara Williams laid on her bed, weighing the idea of getting up to close her curtains or just leaving her room entirely. Sara could barely handle the heat of the summer air. It was just reaching midday, yet she could not find the energy to climb up from her bed. As she rolled over onto a more prone position, Sara grabbed her phone in the hopes that there was something on social media to distract her from the uncomfortable heat. Not even her current state of dress of a casual tan

I instructed weakly, "then send for Mari. She cured Sara of a similar infection years ago. She has the touch for this." The room—my private sanctuary—felt far too small when the door suddenly flew open without so much as a polite knock. Sara stormed in, her eyes burning like blue fire. She caught Yara just as the healer was pulling on her clinical coat. Sara stopped short, her gaze darting between my bandaged chest and the woman at my bedside. A flicker of recognition crossed her features, and her face became uncharacteristically thoughtful. "I’ve seen you," Sara said, her voice dropping an octave, thick with suspicion. "I’ve seen those eyes before. In the Zone."

He unmuted the device and Sara's voice came in "Eden, this is Sara, I'm sorry I haven't been able to get through. The security here is quite tight, and there is no way I could have get through you. I needed to be careful, I don't have much time to speak as I'm at the pool side pretending to be reading a magazine. If you can hear me, listen carefully" she said hastily "I can hear you Sara, speak up" Eden urged

“That’s great. If nothing else, I’ll be going now. Send my regards to her when she wakes up.” “Sure.” “Okay then, I’ll be off.” Sara said before turning around and walked towards the door. Matthew only watched as the elegant woman strode away. By normal circumstances, he would be fangirling over her, Sara Whitegate also known as the White Crane, one of the five Coloured Hunters. He wanted to meet all the Coloured Hunters someday. At that moment, he remembered something crucial. “Wait, Sara!” The door was already opened by the maids and Sara was just about to step through. She turned around and looked at Matthew with a questioning gaze.

LOST The only word booming in her brain. Her feet reluctant to grasp reality. Dress fists into her palm. Deep, dreadful howl of wind swirls around her. A brush of crude blanket, literally, dry straws at her knees, swaying to the sides. Sarah is stranded in the middle of a field. Nothing else but malty brown spread across the horizon. No trees, no houses or huts, no animals, no birds, not even a tiny little insect. Just a vacant grass field with the blaring sun to accompany her.

Sara A cloud of dust snaked around the air as she grabbed another box and began going through the contents, finding nothing but old drawings of dead bodies, spells and old photographs of Madeline's victims. She scoffed as she dragged that box behind her and grabbed another one, shifting through mouldy journals. Sara couldn't even fathom a time where Madeline was at least a decent person; she could only picture her crazed smile and manic laughter. And the bodies. Flashes of what Sara witnessed in that cursed castle seemed to play in a loop inside her head like a horror movie, and she couldn't stop it, she couldn't even pause it. She could only hope that her focus can at least dull the memorie

“Then give them the question, not the answer.” Sariah nodded, stepping forward, her boots touching the dry-packed earth. The moment she entered the boundary of the field, heads turned. Some stood taller. Others lowered their gazes. Children looked at her as if she were a myth, half-wrought. She didn’t raise her hand, didn’t gesture. She simply walked to the center of the open space and turned to face them. “I won’t speak long,” she said, and her voice carried further than she thought it would. “Because too many words have already tried to define what cannot be.”