Sara-j Novels & Stories

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Sara muttered, frowning at the screen. Aria leaned forward, the cold returning to her limbs. “What? What is it?” “The system is… freezing,” Sara said. She clicked the mouse a few times. A red box popped up on her screen. Sara’s face went pale. She stopped clicking. She stared at the monitor as if it were a bomb. “What does it say?” Aria asked, a cold prickle of fear starting at the base of her neck. Sara turned slowly in her chair. The warmth was gone from her eyes. She looked confused, and beneath the confusion, she looked terrified.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Garrett says as he holds my gaze. JANNAH POV I watch as Sara avoids my eyes. Her hands are nervously stroking her cat, and the display makes me sad. She doesn't understand it is the mate bond making her feel like this. She also doesn't understand how Octavius thinks about her. She is human, after all. "Sara, I understand you feel jealous and resentful towards me right now, but I would like it if you allowed me to explain something. If after I explain you still feel the same way, I will leave, okay," I say, and she finally looks at me.

What does Sarah think about it? MyTimes32: Who cares? Sarah can go fuck herself. Drop dead. Peace of shit, IYAM. VerveVerve: I think we really need to ask ourselves how the pack is best served. She’s gorgeous and smart. WTF else do ppl want? S: FOMO, most of you suck. Sara is da bomb. S again, I thought with a sigh. That can’t mean anything good. I made absolutely certain no one saw my in the hall or while I was slipping into Zane’s bedroom.

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.

"I'm not afraid of him, Maddy. I'm not afraid of anyone. I said what I meant, and I meant what I said. If he can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." "I am also done with him, I really need some peace," Sara said, her voice firm. "I will be happy as a homeless person on the streets of Los Angeles or as a simple housewife in Tehran married to some old man, but not in this company." She picked up her box and walked out of the cabin. ****

“You what?” Sara was an exotic dancer who provided extra services for a select group of clients. She had been in the profession since her first year of college. She had a bachelor’s in psychology, but not child psychology, and she didn’t have a graduate degree at all. Charles had met her nine years ago at a bachelor party for one of his American buddies. They had a good time that night. So much so Charles had gotten her number for future jobs. She was one of the girls at Calvin’s bachelor party two years ago. Sara did have experience babysitting the kids at the strip club she worked at twice a week. The single mothers would be out on stage, and Sara would help her co-workers out by watching

Sara : no it's ok, I can take bus and now I working from different place not in our company. Viki : then I'll drop you there. Sara : no I can't take your offer. Because I don't want to involve from your rumour history. Peoples will misunderstand so you may go now. I can take bus. Then Sara walked away from his car and went to stand again for bus. Viki don't have choices so he left alone from there. Sara takes bus and reached zayn's company and went to lift inside, she saw Zayn also came there. he saw Sara lift inside but Sara closed the door quickly.