Novelas y relatos de Sara-j

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

So, her name was Zarah Bint Walid. From Saudi Arabia. Interesting. " oh I'm not the one you're supposed to be apologizing to, look at your boss over there" Mother said and she turned to look at me. " Hi stranger" I said with a smirk and watched how she froze. I was laughing in my head. Like I was seriously laughing in my head. " Did you lose a kidney like you thought you did?" I asked as I laughed my ass out in my head. " I'm sorry sir, I don't know what you're talking about" She answered after a few seconds of silence from her. She was acting as if she didn't know me.

“You’re right… she was kind.” The words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue. “I guess I forgot some things about her.” She tried to sound convincing, but in truth she knew nothing. Not Kate’s face. Not her voice. Not even the shape of their friendship. Nothing at all. Evening came quietly. Sara headed home, her thoughts heavy, tangled, refusing to settle. Was Cara a user? Was she manipulative? And if so was that who she used to be… before everything broke? Why was Maya holding such a grudge against her? Sara wondered. The question clung to her mind, heavy and unanswered.

, things were falling apart. Jonathan was erratic, Jessica was nowhere to be seen, and the pack was restless. I wanted something, anything, to take my mind off the mess. I thought about her at that moment. Sara... The daughter of Gamma. Her eyes had been on me for days now, lingering longer than was necessary. It seemed obvious to me. Every time someone showed interest in me, I could tell. However, I hadn't thought much about it until today. Tonight, though, I needed an escape. I found her near the training grounds, standing alone, her arms crossed as she gazed up at the stars. She looked deep in thought, but when she saw me approaching, a small smile played on her lips. “Couldn’t sleep?” sh

Sara tried to smile, "Yeah, that's right. But now you can call me Mrs. Johnson." Yohan's heart skipped a beat when he heard her new name. Leslie smirked at her sentence and then boldly held Yohan's arm, "Vishwa, let me introduce you to my fiancé." She turned to Yohan and said, "This is Vishwa Gandhi, Yohan. She works at Brooklyn Group's IT hub, Cerate Solutions." Vishwa smiled at Yohan, "Hello, Mr. Dixon." Yohan just nodded, his eyes still fixed on Sara.

She stepped in and saw a gentle-looking woman with black shoulder-length hair smiling at her. "I heard you are looking for me, dr. Reyes." "I told you numerous times, call me Sara. Calling me dr. Reyes makes us seems distant." Sara pointed at the chair across from her for Nevea to sit. "Sorry, I am still not used to it," Nevea said as she pulled the chair back and sat down in a straight position. "Do you need something, Sara?" "You are talking as if I am looking for you only if I want something." Sara pulled something out from the drawer as she spoke. She put two candies on the brown table, one for her and the other for Nevea.

I said. "My goddess, what do you mean? I don't understand," she said in confusion. "I am also Ari, the daughter of your alpha. I lived among the mortals for some reasons I could not disclose," I said while transforming into my passive-aggressive form. "I am confused, my goddess. Isn't the alpha's child a male?" Jala asked while stumbling to the floor. I shook my head, reached out to her to help her stand, and answered, "I am an Immortal, causing me to have a different feature than a regular beastman. My father never denied that I am a female. The tribe just kept on forgetting it because of my appearance."

Sara always did her make-up and her hair, whenever they have a party. Sara walks back and forth to ask Neha, “How do I look?” Neha with big eyes, “my, my, my. You look fabulous and I'm sure that everybody will be looking at you, not the models.” Sara looks very beautiful. She has a perfect body and the dress looks very pretty on her. She's slim, light skin, curly long hair, and her hair's light brown. She has a dimple on her left cheek, which suited her so much. When she smiles, it looks so beautiful on her. She has hazel eyes and people always ask her if that's her real eyes because her eyes look so beautiful that nobody could imagine that such a beauty could be in one person on earth. Some

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."

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."